MIND: Oceans

You would drown me,
In an ocean
Of love.

But there’s a difference
Between making me feel alive
And suffocating me.

How To Love The Life Out Of Someone. // Zienab Hamdan

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MIND: Lunar

I am thinking about
the crescent scar on the
roof of his mouth that he
got when he fell with
a straw between his teeth

and how it felt to run my tongue
over it.

How it felt to taste the moon.

If love is anything tangible, it
is his mouth,

his mouth,
his holy god damned mouth.

He says my name and the whole sky is talking.

Tasting the Moon // Caitlyn Siehl

MIND: Promises

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Mouthful of Forever // Clementine von Radics

MIND: Quiver

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy.

I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die.
I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…

When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

// Gustave Flaubert

MIND: Celestial

You lost her.
And now she lights up the night-time sky for her new lover ’cause he recognized her as the moon.
And you envy him. She could’ve been your moon, but you were too busy chasing the dimly lit stars.

Admit it, you messed up // Zienab Hamdan