“Then I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean, of the houses that you swing into, of the steel wool hair on your head, of your persistent hands and then how we gnaw at the barrier because we are two.”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com
“And I don’t know, don’t know, if we belong together or apart, except my soul lingers over the skin of you.”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com
“Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind.”— Nayyirah Waheed, what-strange-lives-we-live.tumblr.com
“Move forward and repeat after me with your heart: ‘I no longer need you to fuck me as hard as I hated myself.’ Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.”— Buddy Wakefield, genius.com
“We know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t so sure.”— Charles Bukowski, amazon.com
“I have been saved from dying on the cross by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories and is much kinder than the last, much much kinder, and the sex is just as good or better.”— Charles Bukowski, hellopoetry.com
“i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me.”— Charles Bukowski, hellopoetry.com
“Wherever our bodies touch, the flesh comes alive... I eat handful by greedy handful. Eyes fingers, mouths, sweet leeches of desire. Crazy woman, her brain full of bees, see how her palms curl into fists and beat the pillow senseless... I am so grateful I would give you anything, anything.”— Dorianne Laux, amazon.com
“Of all the doorways in the world to choose to sleep, I’ve chosen yours... You give me tea. That’s big of you. I’m on my knees. I beg of you.”— Simon Armitage, amazon.com
“I hate not being in control and lately you make me feel like I can’t hold on to anything, and it’s stupid and you’re sweet, but I’m selfish and greedy and I can never ever be fucking satisfied until I’ve got my hands around your neck and I don’t want to stay long enough to find out whether I can tas…”— Sade Andria Zabala, sadeandriazabala.com
“For you I undress down to the sheaths of my nerves. I remove my jewelry and set it on the nightstand, I unhook my ribs, spread my lungs flat on a chair. I dissolve like a remedy in water, in wine. I spill without staining, and leave without stirring the air. I do it for love. For love, I disappear.”— Kim Addonizio, amazon.com
“She will never close her eyes And she does not let me sleep And her dreams in the bright day Make the suns evaporate.”— Paul Eluard, amazon.com
“I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly.”— W.B. Yeats, theromantic.com
“As I must die on thine, O, beloved as thou art! O, lift me from the grass! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale.”— Percy Bysshe Shelley, theromantic.com
“Her eyes are fond forget-me-nots, And no such snow is seen Upon the heaving hawthorn bush As crests her bodice green. The thrushes when she’s talking Sit listening on the tree. If I were King of Ireland, My Queen she’d surely be.”— Alfred P Graves, theromantic.com
“You & I, Love, together we ratify the silence, while the sea destroys its perpetual statues, collapses its towers of wild speed and whiteness: because in the weavings of those invisible fabrics, galloping water, incessant sand, we make the only permanent tenderness.”— Pablo Neruda, theromantic.com
“By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness.”— Pablo Neruda, theromantic.com