“Both a little drunk in the middle afternoon / with the forgotten smart of August on our skin / we hold hands as if we still were children…”
More from Anne Sexton
“Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.”
“I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…”
“There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.”
“I like you; your eyes are full of language.”