“I don’t want to know what your favorite color is but I do want to know what color you bleed when you’re with me.”— Shinji Moon, amazon.com
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.”— Shinji Moon, amazon.com
“You know, they say that there is a part of the human chest that if you strike it hard enough the person’s heart explodes. This sounds like such a lie that I have to believe it’s the truth. If I were science, I’d never tell anyone where this place is. If I were science, I’d have named this place a…”— Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, fuckyeahlovepoetry.tumblr.com
“The round sky goes on minding its business. Your absence is inconspicuous; Nobody can tell what I lack.”— Sylvia Plath, fuckyeahlovepoetry.tumblr.com
“Kissing you, Is a bundle of kittens, Colliding with my face, At point five miles an hour.”— Neil Hilborn, youtube.com
“you are the one, you that I loved all my life long, you I still love so in my dying mind I grasp me loving you when we are gone.”— A.F. Moritz, poetryfoundation.org
“Glory be to God for sexy things— For cries of coupled lovers as they bind and bow; For moles that on her hip’ll make his dolphin swim, Fresh and fired up; nutty balls; G-strings; Lovescapes pulsing and flesh-shoaled—furrow and plow; And all shapes, their leer and freckle and whim.”— Dabney Stuart, poetryfoundation.org
“Science— beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone, every time I make love for love’s sake alone, I betray you.”— Katherine Larson, poetryfoundation.org
“he pressed against me, cock on cock and tongue against tongue saw his reflection in my marshy eyes and did not flinch such weakness held, sustained by this capable stroke, boatswain of my crossing I take the death I’m moored to.”— D.A. Powell, poetryfoundation.org
“My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears, And true plain hearts do in the faces rest; Where can we find two better hemispheres, Without sharp north, without declining west?”— John Donne, amazon.com
“Whatever you choose to claim of me is always yours; nothing is truly mine except my name.”— Stanley Kunitz, amazon.com
“I had been secretly hoping this would turn into a love poem. Disconsolate. Illiterate. Reader, I have cleared this space for you, for you, for you.”— Olena Kalytiak Davis, amazon.com
“It is good to be weary from that brilliant work It is being God to feel your breathing under me A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . . Don’t let anyone in to wake us.”— Kenneth Patchen, amazon.com
“Your body is a map I know every inch of and if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinepoetry.us
“I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee knocks me the fuck out.”— Clementine Von Radics, whiskeypaper.com
“I’m gonna bite the bullet. I mean, the apple. I mean, I know what you want to do to me and I am not afraid of snakes.”— Clementine Von Radics, clementinepoetry.us
“but I don’t care about looks. Set the dumpster on fire. Break the windows. Don’t kiss me like they do in the movies. Kiss me like they do on the emergency broadcast news.”— Daphne Gottlieb, daphnegottlieb.com
“My kiss Tastes like a shotgun To the lips, You’ll like it. It’ll make you feel brave.”— Sabrina Benaim, lauralethe.tumblr.com