She will be another's. Like my kisses before. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is short, and oblivion so long.
The word duende was used by Federico Garcia Lorca to describe the peculiar kind of poetry written by poets such as himself and Pablo Neruda. Last night, I crawled into bed and wrapped my arms around Matt. I love snuggling up to him when he's asleep. He's so warm and soft and vulnerable. I can maneuver myself into his arms and listen to his heart beating.