yama-bato:

Wakatsuki Kohei, Watershed, 2001, etching, aquatint, 1/35, gift of the artist, courtesy of Yoseido Gallery, Tokyo

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I have never been allowed to be holy, / I have never been forgiven for wanting.
Gwen Benaway, from “Boys,” Holy Wild

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colors of a town—

that i have perhaps forgotten
how,always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh)Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

—after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skillfully stuffed memories

 e.e. cummings, 

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

We knew each other like lightning.
Pedro Salinas, tr. by Ruth Katz Crispin, from “The Voice I Owe To You,”

rudygodinez:

Photographic Institute for the Research Commission on High Voltage, Initial Stages of Lightening.( Enlarged Excerpt from Documentation Film Reel), (1955)

Your absence suddenly turned into understanding.
Geneviève Bon, from “To My Father,” written c. September 1995
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