Jordan

“I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.”
― Pablo Neruda, Love Poems

“He leaned down to my foot next to him and put his lips on my pink, swollen ankle. I felt his breath on my skin.
And it was like every locked in the halls of my high school swung open at once, metal kissing cinder-block walls. It felt just like that.”
― Alisson Wood, Being Lolita

“He reached for her, his big hand cupping her cheek, his fingers sliding into her hair, scattering hairpins, threatening the quick work she’d done to put it to rights earlier. She didn’t care. Let them fall. Let them rust in the soil to be found two hundred years from now.”
― Sarah MacLean, Bombshell

“The night extended before me, all those magnificently empty hours shining with possibility.”
― Emily St. John Mandel, Sea of Tranquility