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Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own:
I wavered through the streets, among
Objects:
Nothing mattered or had a name:
The world was made of air, which waited.
“I don’t love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
“I have hunger for your mouth,
for your voice,
for your hair”
“I love the piece of earth you are,
because in all the planetary prairies
I do not have another star. You repeat
the multiplication of the universe.”
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“Love brought its tail of pains,
its long static beam of thorns,
and we close our eyes so that nothing,
so that no wound will separate us.”
“OH INVADE ME WITH YOUR SCALDING MOUTH,
SEARCH ME IF YOU LIKE, WITH YOUR NOCTURNAL EYES,
BUT ALLOW ME TO SAIL AND SLEEP UPON YOUR NAME.”
There is a secret all true lovers share,
A mystery none initiate ever names,
And none shall ever know whom love disclaims,
Whereby his votaries breathe a common air,
And know each other and themselves.
come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw in my mouth the moon that was bleeding,
no one saw the blood that was rising into the silence.
Oh love,
now let us forget the star with thorns!”
“I will sleep tonight
kissing your mad cold mouth,
embracing
the lost bouquet of your body,
and searching
for the light of your closed eyes”
JESSICA & JOE WEDDING
BROWNSTONE GARDEN OAKLEY CA
Hair& Makeup: Patricia from Made Brentwood
flower: Good Scents Florists
Day of Coordinator: Diana Gilmore
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