somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your […]

This was shared with me by my old friend Christine.

The Eyes of the Poor
Charles Baudelaire
Ah! So you would like to know why I hate you today? It will certainly be harder for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I believe, the most perfect example of feminine impermeability that exists.
We had […]

“Idle youth,
enslaved to everything;
by being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.”

Arthur Rimbaud

by Alison Gallup
She sits and is silent.  She listens and is silent.  She stands and is silent.  She lies down and is silent.  She walks and is silent.  She climbs stairs and is silent.  She doesn’t even have to do anything to be silent.  No one is silent more eloquently than she.  She can be […]

Makeout Forest was the best place for making out. It had big, green oak trees, lots of benches and soft, dry places to lie down, and streams running through it, making it more private. These were the Privacy Streams. They muffled your sounds and made little boundaries that separated you from all the other people […]