Sabe qual é a maravilha das paixões platônicas?
É que ela nunca precisa saber
que pra mim ela é sereia.
Verde, azul, cristalino, cintilante,
da íris à ponta da cauda, suave, macia, doce,
FORTE com sua delicadeza.
Encantada estou, encantada sou,
e sem perigo.
Ela não sabe e ela não precisa,
mas meu arco está e estará sempre a postos
para ela, por ela.
Ela sempre vai ter onde nadar,
e eu, onde me deliciar.
From the back of the room
she said yes
Walking down the stairs too
she said yes
With a smile on her face
She said yes
With a kiss and embrace
She said yes
With my fingers in hers
she said yes
Through her hair and her curves
She said yes
I was bursting in nerves
You could guess
Now I rest, for I know she said yes.
R, you looked at me from across the room and i felt seen, wanted, desired and truly loved romantically by a man for the first time. You showed me there were men that would look at my imperfections and see glorious beautify and I will always love you for that. Thank you.
A.1, you were an example of independent living, "The world is your oyster" was your teaching and the safety you made me feel the day my world collapsed will never be forgotten. You held my hand through a walk out of a tight closet and I will always love you for that. Thank you.
H, you showed me patience. You waited for me, cared for me, loved me deeply and shared your life, your friend and your family with me, even though you knew I wasn't healed enough to do the same and I will always love you for that. I'm sorry I didn't treat you better. Thank you anyways
C, you showed me what a safe, healthy relationship looks like. We set boundaries with understanding, were slow to anger and forgave often and communicated always. We loved each other completely and until the end. A part of me only believes in true love today because of what I lived with you and I will always love you for that. Thank you, my sweet C.
A.2, with you I lived wlw clichés and learned why certain risks shouldn't be taken. Inspired by you, I also broke free of professional limitations and started believing I could do more then I anticipated and I will always love you for that. Thank you.
L, you were fun, and kind and generous and I couldn't believe my luck. You made me feel powerful and strong and charming and light and happy. You showed me that people who will love me, miss me, count on me, and want me around all the time are NOT too much to ask for and I will always love you for that. Thank you so much.
N, you taught me about beauty and bravery. I'll never forget the way you smiled when you looked at me, nor of how kissing you made me feel. You also faced fears, diligently applied healing techniques and openly expressed difficult emotions inspite of the fear of being misunderstood, mislabeled and rejected. You showed me how to bold, but kindly, choose myself first and I will always love you for that. Thank you.
You may never read this homage,
I may never see you again
Reliving this will never occur
But I hope you do read.
I hope in the depths of your soul you know you left an eternally positive imprint in the life of someone you once loved,
And that a part of you is
And will always be
Loved, at least by me.
Thank you.
I miss my name rolling off your lips
I miss my name between your teeth
I miss my name under your tongue
I miss my name on the back of your neck
I miss my name slipping tightly through your vocal chords
I miss how your rolled your eyes back and said my name
No one else has ever said my name like that. It's my favorite sound in the world. It feeds my hunger every time I say your name.
I miss my name on you
In you
All around you
I miss the me that came out of you
I miss me
I miss you.
Last year I made a vow and broke
This year I mean to keep
One year alone,
No hearts, no mouths
Until May, the 13th.
To find my tribe and where I thrive
And, therefore, know me true
To firm my stride and walk with pride
Before my eyes find you
That is my quest, where I will rest
Once it has been complete
I’ll know for sure, and be secure
Myself I get to keep
Last year I made a vow and broke
This year 4 doors await
My mind, my flesh,
My heart and soul
Upon these I fixate
To know HIM evermore and more,
To grow in wisdom too
My soul then will be saved and soar
No evil will ensue
Pick up a book and take a look
whenever in a jam
Expand my mind and redesign
An old mental program
Next, elevate, “girl, lift those weights”
My body, I will tone
My food and mood, my words and curves
A temple, with a throne
And finally, to be set free,
the last door left to cross
My heart I leave in these hands be
Whenever at a loss
No love I’ve known like those who’ve grown
Beneath the heavy roof
We bare and care, my sibling share
A bond made fireproof
Next are my friends, those always there
Who never made me doubt
That in the depths of my despair
Their love I’d be without
1 year, I say, though well I may
Take longer to achieve
The goals I seek to build and keep
And live what I believe
Last year I made a vow and broke
This year I won’t revoke
No flower will I open, no sword I will unsheathe
Until the well appointed time,
Of rainy May 13th.
Eat me
Devour me
Bite down hard and lick your lips, please
Let me be inside your body
Digest me
Let my thoughts and feelings,
My skin and bone
Be nutrients to your flesh,
Your heart, your soul.
Let me travel through your veins
Scatter deep into your brain
See and understand your pain
like no one has before.
I don't want to be content
Withing the limits of body,
I don't want to smell your hair
I want to be IN IT.
Feel your fingers press down on me as you wash it.
I want to hear your voice
Through what it creates inside you
Be the first to experience every utterance
To know the end of every line
before any man can...
Before any man can.
Look through me.
Let me mirror with your eyes
Swim in the oceans they form
Follow the path your tears take
And speaking of swimming, oh your tongue...
Let me help you bend the muscle
That distills poison to the cruel
And blessings to the kind.
Oh, to be granted such an honor!
But I am no fool.
I know there will be blood in your mouth
When you let your thoughts retreat
To those you once called "lovers",
some maybe even "brothers",
And I know you will make room for them again.
When that day comes
Let me be the knot in your throat
that prevents you from giving your all
away too soon
The teeth that bite your tongue
And keeps your privacies private
The rage that colors your hair red
when you catch him in a lie.
But if you still decide you want one,
want a "him" instead of "Her"...
Then shit me out
and let me be.
Deceased must be that piece of me.
Because if with you I can't stay,
The sewer would be comfort, anyway.
Our choices have made us curators:
My sister, a curator of books. Quality content of reliable sources and impecable taste. Preparing the children for the monsters of the world from the safety of their home and loving parents arms. Reminding children there is beauty in our history, our backyard, our friends and family regardless of how twisted the world becomes. Creating readers, thinkers, debaters, changing the universe around them for a moment or a lifetime all from a very careful selection of books. A labor of love and appreciation for both the written art and the people who give it their time. Food for the mind and soul.
My brother, a curator of music. Quality songs of renowned and often unseen or underappreciated sources, hidden from the masses, but composed of complex and intricate sounds or simple yet heartfelt melodies. Every tune embracing and relating to the exact emotion you're in, relieving the burden of feeling your feelings alone and providing you with an opportunity to either sob and dance, to process your emotions, be them thunderstorms or cloud 9, through the pluck of a cord, the beat of a drum. Food the heart and soul.
Me, a curator of English speaking people. Quality English from humble and interesting sources, ranging from poor to rich, common or vip, everyday people to diplomats. People who've embraced a different language, a different culture, an entirely different identify while facing the pushback from their own language, culture and people just for deciding not to settle with what they were born into. Also people who are ready and willing to connect. People who can AND WILL befriend nations, plural, with empathy, curiosity, kindness and maturity. Food the mind and heart.
All of us curators
All of us curating
All of us curing what we didn't bruise,
Bring hope where some had none.
All of us intentionally existing, unknowningly influencing those around us, changing their lives for the better, one tiny step at a time.
What are you curating?
