Oh the glory when you ran outside with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied and you told me not to follow you.

Over the weekend.


Over the weekend.

When I shed my skin
for you, I left intact
my animal heart

the desire to crack bones between delicate teeth.
Jeannine Hall Gailey, “The Animal Heart: She Warns Him,” from She Returns to the Floating World (via lifeinpoetry)


Incredible crocheted food by Hipota

I wish I could write better poetry for you.

My heart broke a little when you spoke of past loves that had fallen apart

as I wondered if you had loved them the way you do with me

and if your face smiled in the way that makes my heart swell everytime.

and as I stumbled telling you about mine

I had a sudden realization that you had taken their places in my heart

And I felt scared,

Scared that I could be so happy with you,

And that this need for you was beyond

The physical aching that my bones feel for you

But that my heart had some how managed to stop drowning for a while

And found salvation in your words.

vancouver aquarium, may 2013. photos andy clark

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