wwnorton: My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, —No, — nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’,And with the day, distance again expandsVoiceless between us, as an uncoiled shell.Yet, love endures, though starving and alone.A dove’s wings clung about my heart each nightWith surging gentleness, and the blue stoneSet in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright. -Hart Crane
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gold street If your version forgets to mention the girls shedding skin beneath duvets, a top names of those who’ve come before this stain willing more than wanting i n v e s t i gate the weeping boy in your shoulders—frankly you have been wanted unnaturally in showers of apartments by Gare du Nordbathing your scent onto memoryunder shifting skies faucets running a soundtrack for your telepathic seduction. her chest is a wall of post cards all…
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jackiesface: For all the D’Angelo fans wondering how he and I fell in love. (Source: http://www.tumblr.com/)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KmXd8Y2LPE “this must be deep.” i’ve been playin gil non stop this whole month. in honor of his memory. with love. an ode. (Source: http://www.youtube.com/)