It is in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it. – Mary Oliver

When they could press the hands of one another behind a door, without speaking, they did so, fit to crush them, in a short rough clasp. They would have liked, mutually, to have carried off strips of their flesh clinging to their fingers. They had naught but this pressure of hands to appease their feelings. They put all their souls into them, and asked for nothing more from one another. They waited. ~ Émile Zola

Language is like looking at a map of somewhere. Love is living there and surviving on the land. How could two people know each other so intimately without ever having told the old stories? You get to an age where the stories don’t matter anymore, and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either. I had always loved him and we were always together. Love is like life but starts before and continues after – we arrive and depart in the middle. ~ Simon Van Booy

I wanted only to look at her green eyes and to hear the lilting song of her voice, as though her words were the notes I had been searching for, the vital sounds that I had never played. The most important notes in music are the ones that wait until sound has entered the ear before revealing their true nature. They are the spaces between the sounds that blow through the heart, knocking things over. ~ Simon Van Booy

The air here is mottled with all these dreams. Above me the swifts write a random history of the soul. Against them, I put these words for you, a kind of prayer themselves, a way to redeem the silences these bones announce, something about the way we live our loves, forever on the verge of believing… ~ Richard Jackson

There are times when I feel you might be searching for me, when I can read what is written on the far sides of stars. I’m nearly out of time. My heart is a dragonfly. I’ll have to settle for this, standing under a waterfall of words you never said. There are times like this when no ending appears, times when I am so inconsolably happy… ~ Richard Jackson

And though I’m frightened, I believe in your being with me. A man has to fend and fettle for the best, and then trust in something beyond himself. You can’t insure against the future, except by really believing in the best bit of you, and in the power beyond it. So I believe in the little flame between us. For me now, it’s the only thing in the world. ~ D. H. Lawrence

You were beside me, still sleeping. The day had invented you, but you hadn’t yet accepted your day’s invention, nor mine. You were still in another day. You were beside me, and I saw you, like the snow, asleep among the appearances. Time, without our help, invents houses, streets, trees… When you open your eyes we’ll walk, anew, among the hours and their inventions, and lingering among the appearances we’ll testify to time and its conjugations. We’ll open the doors of this day, and go into the unknown. – Octavio Paz

This distance between us which stretches and shrinks, as the breathing trees, exhaling their oxygen, lift and sigh with the weight of the world, clasped by the molten center… We dance in and out of our bodies, never one thing or the other. What is this that we are so like the mist that changes to water; this rocking tide that we remember imperfectly in our separate skins. Burdened with ourselves, as we love one another, how to escape the unyielding law of the universe, the self and the Other; imperfect love. That the self sometimes in sleep, admits the loss, the grief, and accepts the burden of loneliness; embracing what we will not admit we long for. ~ Ruth Stone

A pretty song from the complications of loving you, I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn’t it? This isn’t a playground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world… And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. And I say to my heart: Rave on… ~ Mary Oliver