423b2e
423b2e

7.14.2013

unbearable need


Later, only later,
I thought of poplar leaves—
how they’re round and how,
when raindrops run down their spines
the whole tree appears to be
full of mouths, gasping open
with unbearable passion.

But when the light came in
around the curtain edges to find
the whole length of you
filling the empty of my arms,
no metaphors came to mind at all
and I just laid there, holding you
with unbearable need.

— Peregrine (via youreyesblazeout)

xxx

3 comments:

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Unbearably beautiful.

Lee said...

How wonderful unbearable need can be.

red dirt girl said...

Oh yes, to both thoughts!

xxx