The most beautiful part of a man’s body I think it must be there, where the torso sits on and, into the hips, those twin delineating curves, feminine in grace, girdling the trunk, guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection, the point of pleasure. Duane Michals, 1986

The most beautiful part of a man’s body I think it must be there, where the torso sits on and, into the hips, those twin delineating curves, feminine in grace, girdling the trunk, guiding the eyes downwards to their intersection, the point of pleasure. Duane Michals, 1986

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I know it hurts.
I know that you’d burn for him again just to taste his lips one more time.

I know because I got so lost in this man’s soul that my bones still ache, and I haven’t quite made it home yet,

But I can’t turn around because I know if I were to crawl through hell for him again, every bent bone in what feels like my lifeless body would finally give in & I’d want to risk it because I was nothing without him.

God knows I’m trying to forget but I’ve got cigarette burns on my heart & demons that look just like him in my bed.

Fuck all those sweet “I love you more” arguments because loving someone more is nothing but a slow death-

And just when I thought I was ready to let him win & swallow every pill I own to speed up this Godless process,

An angel named Emma told me that I had an entire universe inside me, she said ‘baby, it’s a shame to pour all that beauty & passion into someone who can’t appreciate it.’

That when I get married to someone who appreciates all the light & love I have inside me, she’ll be at my wedding. And when she marries what will be the luckiest man in the world, I’ll be at hers.

I will always be there.