“Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to
museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful
place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like
blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way
possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are
named after people.”
Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems
line of verse has really been stuck in the roof in my mouth. I taste it
as I mouth the words. I am feeling it in my chest today, less in my
head and more in my flesh.
This beautiful place is destroying me
again. Destruction is what we need to begin creating, yeah? I feel this, the
magic of this place, the really sharp sound of the silence and the water
lapping and the darkness in which the whole house sleeps- this reminds
me of home.
And yet, every time I stand under these live oaks I get that welling up that is just like falling in love for the first time. That sweetness and feeling that the world is slipping out from under me. Getting lost in the woods, or caught in the rain, or tripping over words and blushing deep down all over every inch of skin.
That's what being here feels like.
Layer on top of that the workshops and writing and being surrounded by people who listen and hear me, who know and love words with the same passion? Oh this is something I come home to. That's why it makes me sad to leave, but I know that this is special and I will return. I'll carry it with me through the year, in my pocket like a talisman.
And I will write.