Tiffany

“Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms
the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds
filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes
and your mouth that has the smile of the water.

A black yearning sun is braided into the strands
of your black mane, when you stretch your arms.
You play with the sun as with a little brook
and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.”
― Pablo Neruda

“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
― Rabindranath Tagore

“God!” I scream.
“No, baby, that’s me”
― Jodi Ellen Malpas, This Man

“The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.”
― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real