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a post midnight morsel of delicious stirring to send you on a one way ticket back to dreamland
(poem by leonard cohen)
Apr 16, 2025
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I’ll let one of her poems say it best:
“Leonard Avenue
Two floors down I loll in
warm cinnamon-scented water.
Box piled on box on box,
up under the eaves you float
in turgid bloodwarm sleep.
Bundled in my robe I climb
bearing coffee steaming incense
on the chill stairway air.
We’ll drink it dabbling in bed
on the shore between waking and sleep
where you enter my wetness and I
take in your warmth.”
Excerpt From
Moon Is Always Female
Marge Piercy
May 29, 2025
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By Margaret Atwood. My favorite love poem 🌹
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
Oct 22, 2024
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I don’t know the author because it was uploaded to pintrest a few times but I quite enjoyed it.
“when you find yourself in love you fall. They say you fall slow and steady. But love is uncontrollable and unrecoganisable until it’s too late and you’re plummeting into darkness. It consumes you so beautifully sucking out your soul like a leech, feasting on all the twisted lonley parts of you. It holds up a mirror to your faults, it cracks open your chest spreading your ribs so you may bare your heart to another. It’s a form of ecstasy so addictive that you’ll never let go. The familiarity of anothers hands, the sound of them breathing in their sleep, the way they glance at you from the corner of their eye, it’s enough to ignore everything wrong with a person. They yelling, the unforgivable words, the feeling of never being able to look at them again. you forgive and you forget so you can sink your teeth into their heart. And in doing this you lose yourself, you start doing your hair the way they love, you push your undesirable interests aside, you can’t rest until they bid you goodnight. You slowly decay until you become half, half of what you once were, half of another. A reliant organism who is helpless without its host. you find yourself sobbing for a fortnight over someone who will never love you as deeply as you do. You see through the cracks in the armor. you fall into love, you plummet into darkness, you fall and fall and fall.
May 26, 2025
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