I may be mine—
but still,
I desire the things
that will destroy me
in the end.
–Now I am become
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He's the sort who can't know anyone intimately, least of all a woman. He doesn't know what a woman is. He wants you for a possession, something to look at, like a painting or an ivory box. Something to own and to display. He doesn't want you to be real, and to think and to live. He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
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I like to remember things my own way... How I remember them. Not necessarily the way they happened.
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“You deserve a lover who wants you dishevelled,
with everything and all the reasons that wake you up in a haste
and the demons that won’t let you sleep.
You deserve a lover who makes you feel safe,
who can consume this world whole if he walks hand in hand with you;
someone who believes that his embraces are a perfect match with your skin.
You deserve a lover who wants to dance with you,
who goes to paradise every time he looks into your eyes
and never gets tired of studying your expressions.
You deserve a lover who listens when you sing,
who supports you when you feel shame and respects your freedom;
who flies with you and isn’t afraid to fall.
You deserve a lover who takes away the lies
and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”
-Frida Kahlo, You Deserve a Lover-
Familiarity breeds this state of bliss where unto the sun does sink—and the sea shall flesh the moon...
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I have capacity for my own lust, plus the alchemy of dragon fire, canvas of a skin desired—half a star away shall raze this room...
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Ile de la Cité, Paris, photographed by Peter Turnley in 1975.
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“I do what I want, and take my revolution to bed with / me, alone.”
-Joy Harjo, The Real Revolution is Love-
Oh, might your silence be so bold? For the girl who wrecked the Rubicon, you may...
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I think I’ve made myself very clear. No one’s coming forward to stop me. Some of you cared. None of you cared enough. And neither did I. And I’m sorry.
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