Yes, she has known great love. The kind of love that can only be held with a sort of reverence and awe, for the way that it changed everything about her notions of what was or ever could be. So deep that she names all else worthy, just to have brought her there. And...
Did you knowthat I once fell into a lovethat rocked the whole damn world?Or maybe, as I said before,it would be more accurate to saythat the whole damn world fell into mebecause I loved.And if you believe in the truth of that,and I swear that it is so,then let me tell...
Capacity is a bigger indicator of potential relationship success than attraction, willingness, timing, desire, the Zodiac, Myers-Briggs, the Enneagram, physical proximity, logistical compatibility, or what your besties say. Do you have the capacity to show up, be...
By this age, I imagined I would know much more about love. As it stands, all I know is that I am humbled before the mystery of it all. And maybe that is actually everything.
Decline love that requires a compromise of spirit. The one that will feed your soul and fuel your fire is one that offers full agency over your heart, your body, your creativity, and your life. Remember, your love is a gift, a truth, a holy, sacred thing.
Perhaps all love affairs are nothing more than the projections of hopeful hearts looking for soft lodging in a world that would have them be hard. Perhaps. Perhaps love is always just this; the suspension of disbelief and the fierce welcoming of a shared and altered...
To love a woman in a world that said I must not will never be anything but a revolution. And when I kiss her, you must believe me, entire galaxies are mine.
I spent a lot of time in the past year trying to work out the trick of writing a true story about love. I think I may have been coming at the whole thing a little sideways. You see, it’s awfully hard to live a true love story when you’re focusing your attention on the...
I know nothing about love. No, that’s not exactly true. I know nothing about love that comes with a map or guarantee or even a set of rudimentary instructions. Instead, what I know is kind of a collective unknowing. It is a wisdom that lies only in understanding the...
Lovers are the best and worst kind of thieves, you know. That’s the trick of love, you see. An entirely new invention, every time. Rare and singular. Without prior context. Fools us into imagining we are the only ones in the history of every last forever to have ever...
If you’re going to love a poet you should know this. Our words are our truths. Our blood hums with verse. We break easily. Our words save us. Our stanzas keep us alive. If we loved you at all, we loved you truly. And you will never leave us but live under our skin and...
You have never been as beautiful as you will be through our eyes. You will have never known that the hard edge of your hipbone was worthy of poetry, or the curve of your smile or the husk of your voice or the caress of your cheek against our own. But if we love you,...
Poetry has a long, long memory. After our love is long gone, we will still be reading your poems. You will not be the only one whose heart this breaks. Know that we will stand, reading the words written about our love – and we will ache for you. The body will remember...
Teach me how to be loved. Let me show you how to love me well. School me in the workings of your heart, in the language of your bones. Let my open palm memorize the shape of your face. Tell me the stories of your scars so I can trace them with the honor of...
You can choose a love and a life that does not break you. You can claim a softer beauty and a kinder want. Even your animal hunger can soften its rough edges and say a full-throated yes to what is good and kind and holy. Know that insanity is not a prerequisite for...
We are here to love hard and true. Here to give ourselves over to the rush and bliss of it all. Here to offer our patchwork hearts over and over again. Here to feel and fall and hurt and bleed. Here to say yes and to choose wholeness and to break anyway and to do it...
It’s scary. This love thing. The sweet vulnerability of extension. The naked of ‘here I am’. The tentative reaching of outstretched arms. The wide open of hope… Teach me how to be loved. Let me show you how to love me well. School me in the workings of your heart, in...
Out there somewhere there is a love who will never dream of calling you too much. Who speaks, like you, in poetry and candlewax and stardust. Who runs outside on stormy nights to howl at the moon. Who collects bones and sings incantation and talks to the ancestors....
