here’s to opening and upward,to leaf and to sap
and to your (in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend
twilight (and a first dream called ocean) and

let must or if be damned with whomever’s afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel (but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here’s to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

e. e. cummings (via unabletocan)

the man in the mirror

Posted on May 14, 2013 via Pleated Jeans with 3,261 notes

♀: it is at moments after i have dreamedof the rare entertainment of your...

it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds

Posted on May 8, 2013 via ♀ with 6 notes

♀: it is at moments after i have dreamedof the rare entertainment of your...

glitterr—bitch:

it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed

with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds

the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds

Posted on May 8, 2013 via ♀ with 6 notes