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There’s this cathedral in my head … In anger, as in desire, it was everything, that cathedral. As if my body itself cathedral. I conduct my body with a cathedral’s steadiness, I try to. I cathedral. In desire. In anger. Light enters a cathedral the way persuasion fills a body. Light enters a cathedral, the way persuasion fills a body. — Carl Phillips Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. — Roland Barthes Somewhere, some place inside myself, I am detached. I have always been detached (in part). Always. ― Susan Sontag I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter your sleep as its smooth dark wave slides over my head ... I would like to follow you up the long stairway again & become the boat that would row you back carefully, a flame in two cupped hands ... I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed & that necessary. - Margaret Atwood These poems they are things that I do in the dark reaching for you whoever you are and are you ready? - June Jordan You may kiss me as much as you like. I wish you would. I always wish you would. I wish you always would. … Remember asking, laughing, why I write — used to — about the sea? Kiss me. Tell me where you are. _— Vahni Capildeo |
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