Rebecca

“Que mes seins te provoquent
Je veux ta rage.
Je veux voir tes yeux s’épaissir
Tes joues blanchir en se creusant.
Je veux tes frissons.
Que tu éclates entre mes cuisses
Que mes désirs soient exaucés sur le sol fertile
De ton corps sans pudeur.”
― Joyce Mansour

“To ascend, to stretch a hand up the mountainside until a hand catches it, was the end for which he had been born.”
― E M Forster, Maurice

“The trees in wind, the streetlights on, the click and flash of cigarettes being smoked on the lawn, and just a little kiss before we say goodnight. It spins like a wheel inside you: green-yellow, green-blue, green beautiful green. It's simple: it isn't over, it's just begun. It's green. It's still green.”
― Richard Siken, Crush

“We were in the Safeway parking lot. I couldn’t find my cigarettes. You said, "Hurry up!" but I was worried there would be a hold-up and we would be stuck in a hostage situation, hiding behind the frozen meats, with nothing to smoke for hours. You said "Don’t be silly," so I followed you into the store. We were thumping the melons when I heard somebody say, "Nobody move!" I leaned over and whispered in your ear, "I told you so.”
― Richard Siken, Crush