Mia

“He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire, not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home, and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car. I wanted to be wanted, and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.”
― Richard Siken

“You touch me like I am everything you asked god for. Underneath your hands I become poetry. This is the alchemy that you do.”
― T. James

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep the home fires burning.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Then when G-d asks [Cain], 'Where is your brother
Abel?' he arrogantly responds, 'I do not know. Am I
my brother's keeper?' In essence, the entire Bible is
written as an affirmative response to this question.”
― Joseph Telushkin