Undisturbed,
my garden fills
with summer growth—
how I wish for one
who would push the deep grass aside.
— Izumi Shikibu (via youreyesblazeout)
Thigh and tongue, beloved,
are heavy with it,
it throbs in the teeth
We look for communion
and are turned away, beloved,
each and each
It is leviathan and we
in its belly
looking for joy, some joy
not to be known outside it
two by two in the ark of
the ache of it.
— Denise Levertov; “The Ache of Marriage” (via grammatolatry)
