yet another poem
drunk on candlelight and your heady scent
you take me to a place outside of time
each moment only measured by the surge of your pulse tasted on my lips
by the beat of your heart hammering through my cheek on your smooth chest
each breath a fire breathed by us both as our boundaries blur
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In other news, I have been reading Lolita and I think Vladimir Nabokov is my favorite author ever. It's like nearly every sentence is a poem unto itself *swoon*. Plus, his name is Vladimir... :-) Here is a quote I ran across yesterday and absolutely love:
"When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past."
you take me to a place outside of time
each moment only measured by the surge of your pulse tasted on my lips
by the beat of your heart hammering through my cheek on your smooth chest
each breath a fire breathed by us both as our boundaries blur
...
In other news, I have been reading Lolita and I think Vladimir Nabokov is my favorite author ever. It's like nearly every sentence is a poem unto itself *swoon*. Plus, his name is Vladimir... :-) Here is a quote I ran across yesterday and absolutely love:
"When I try to analyze my own cravings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort of retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visualized route to fork and re-fork without end in the maddeningly complex prospect of my past."