Levi Gaines

“Here, you’re like the pistil of a flower.’ Fingers searching, exploring — ‘petals, here.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Whispering — “I daydream of you, of loving you.”
“How do you love me?”
“Like this.” Yearning mouth — it’d press soft to the smooth of his tunic. “Like a flower, like a symphony, trapped in my throat, like you’re an eternity, and I need you in my veins.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“Complete, He said, but I don’t want to be complete; I’d rather be split and become full with you.’ He’d part his legs. ‘Split me, here.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“But what does it mean for a body to be perfect? Perfect for what? What does it mean for beauty to be perfect? Because there are different beauties — I’ve seen how daisies are pretty in a way roses quite aren’t. What am I for, Father? In what way am I perfectly made, for what purpose?’ To be something so abstract as beauty — it was as if Lucifer weren’t more than an abstraction himself, an idea, a fantasy, the figment of a lonely, longing imagination.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man