Lee Conderacci

“fall
in love
with your solitude”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.”
― Pablo Neruda, The Poetry of Pablo Neruda

“your body
is a museum
of natural disasters
can you grasp how
stunning that is”
― Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey

“Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor,
for the eternal idleness of the imagined return,
for rare flutes and bare feet, and the August bedroom of tangled sheets.”
― Derek Walcott