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Afterward, you sleep and I count the deviations in each of our lives, and in our parents’ lives, that led us here together. I lie next to you counting the opposite lives we each could have lived separately and apart but for our deviations. And not for the first time I thank the universe and fate for the deviants we are.

Peregrine

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“You are a sentence with no punctuation. A kaleidoscope full of colors that I don’t remember learning in elementary school. Your voice, is the sound I’ve been looking for my entire life. Your smile, is the only sunrise worth setting my alarm clock early enough to see. If I could, I would shape shift into the first thing you think about in the morning just so I could be reminded of what it’s like to wake up next to you. I love you in a language that I don’t fully understand. In words that I haven’t found enough courage to forklift out of my chest. I hear that karma is vengeful and also a light sleeper, so I’ve chosen to love you like this. Quietly. So I’ll call your phone and hang up before it actually rings. I’ll write you letters that you’ll never read. And when I see you in public, I’ll stick my hand inside of a bagful of things that I haven’t done since you left me and pull out a smile. I’ll say something like, “Hello… It’s nice to see you” And then I’ll keep walking.”

— Rudy Francisco

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ENCORE I love to watch you touch yourself, on rainy afternoons. The wandering hands. The soft little moans. Hips twitching. Wet fingers fucking. A solo show, performed for one.

Michael Faudet

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The Lost Art of Cassette Design by Steve Vistaunet

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We sink into bed together, and the warmth of our limbs encircle each other, we press as tightly as we can, nestling faces into collarbone crooks and napes of necks. I can feel your heart beating, and your breath lingers, slowly coating me in contentment.

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boa noite amor (amor): dorme, dorme, meu amor, pois tudo que eu falo, canto, penso, amo, olho, quero, só vejo você, mas por favor, diga que vai sonhar comigo, que eu também vou sonhar com você, com todo amor, carinho, afeto e tesão, te extraño, mi cielo <3 ;****

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Sheffield, 2015

Weronika Dudka

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I have been astonished that Men could die Martyrs for religion--I have shudder'd at it. I shudder no more--I could be martyrd for my Religion--Love is my religion--you. My Creed is Love and you are its only tenet. You have ravish'd me away by a Power I cannot resist; and yet I could resist till I saw you; and even since I have seen you l have endeavoured "to reason against the reasons of my Love." I can do that no more--the pain would be too great... I cannot breathe without you.

John Keats

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He spills himself into me. Expels his demons one by one. My thirsty insides swallowing him whole. I need to feel him moving through me. I need to have parts of him inside me always. Whatever he's willing to part with I'll take. I'll keep. I'll devour him over and over if nothing more than to selfishly stay flooded with him. To feel close to him. His burdens, my peace.

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My own one, I miss you very much. Everyone needs to have someone, and for me that one is you. It's true. I kiss you with both lips and moreover with both of them an infinite number of times.

Vladimir Mayakovsky, from a letter featured in "Love in the Heart of Everything; The Correspondence between Vladimir Mayakovsky & Lili Brik, 1915-1930,"

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The tamer my love, the farther away it is from love. In fierceness, in heat, in longing, in risk, I find something of love's nature. In my desire for you, I burn at the right temperature to walk through love's fire. So when you ask me why I cannot love you more calmly, I answer that to love you calmly is not to love you at all.

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Your lips, beloved, are like a honeycomb: honey and milk are under the tongue. And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.

John Berger

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Exit light, Enter night

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Six Recognitions of the Lord," featured in Devotions: Poems

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Day and night, your name. In the morning, the afternoon, at dusk only your name spins through my head like a man straight-jacketed for having lost his mind; only your name slips over my tongue like a fish between the hands of a fisherman.

Victor Terán - 'Your Name, translation David Shook

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I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you're everything that exists; the reality of everything.

Virginia Woolf - ‘Night and Day’

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…our love shall bridge the ages. It shall loom white out of the past and be eternal, like a Grecian victory, in every heart the future shall give rages of nöt being our love's contemporary.

Fernando Pessoa - 'Antinous: A Poem'