mutual exhaustion. we go to make late night food. I drift towards the dishes; he leans towards the cooking food. below our waists, our hands magnetize for an idle moment.
my mom called my dad “her fox” constantly when we were growing up, esp when she was feeling attracted to him, and today it suddenly made sense why all my life I’ve considered “sly” to be an effective a) attraction technique and b) business tactic
I lie asunder
heaped in my own
lightsand you
tenderly
unmake melayer by layer.
hi there, you
whisper to the pieces,
handing them back
to meto put together
again.
Jake has made our living room an incredible sanctum of creativity and bizarre interests. Jobu, Poirot, Jake’s grandfather, and the Cat from Outer Space smile upon us. all is well in my soul.
when Jake wants to ask Josh if he’s going north he goes are you heading to the Wall
I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.
Sufjan Stevens (via dinocube)