What can be said
of a sunny afternoon
with gravitas and wishes
nipping at my heels
when I dream to be
in the driver’s seat
heading to edge of time
the wind tousles my hair
differently in the spring
less brawn, more loving
twist, makeshift chignon
every soft thought of him
my hands securely weave
Yohji Yamamoto,"Many Buttons Shirt".
I swear, I will pull you apart like a blouse in the darkness... fuck your buttons, I’ve been missing you like I miss panties and hooks-- with a wet impatience. - Peregrine
Nice socks!
Filled with emptiness
Solmaz Sharif, Look: Poems; “Look”
S. F. Solstice, "looking for answers"
How much can I keep of the worlds you raise in me… how much of it is mine, how much is yours… how much burns to ashes as we touch. — Peregrine
Keep every small
infinitesimal through
to the swirled galaxies
milky and cataclysmic.
If you burn, I burn—surely
we perish together
in the flames of quietus…
We lay extinguished upon
this holy pyre.
—RLKing
Joy Laforme