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“3 A.M. SAINTS
It is 3 a.m. again
and you are showing me all of your sins
by holding up your scars to the starless sky.
Painting the entire universe with gold
and clothing my velvet heart in purple -
we become saints within
those unholy hours close to dawn.
Still, the world is spinning -
even though it feels a little slower now -
while the silence carries us away
into the next day.”
― Laura Chouette

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”
― T.S. Eliot

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
― Pablo Neruda