
.
the sound of your pulse in my ears
I love your heavy steady heart
jolting me awake and calling me to sleep
watching my heart in another body
.
photo / Li Hui
From Russia With Love
.
the sound of your pulse in my ears
I love your heavy steady heart
jolting me awake and calling me to sleep
watching my heart in another body
.
photo / Li Hui
.
like embracing
the naked body of darkness
sometimes you just have to
make the most
of that ghost
.
photo / Tamara Lichtenstein
What is love? am I in pieces?
I see the promise that you made
do you still feel the same?
I’m in the periphery
your story’s not about me it’s without me
photo / Carrie Brautigam
i feel myself splitting into too many rooms of static
you touch my hand & there i am
do you want to be best friends?
a box for yes, a box for no
photo / tanya
writing / DANEZ SMITH
I felt a surge of tenderness sure for you
you pull your rope back, I watch my light go out
but the shadow lingers and I can’t bring myself to move
see if I can turn it back on
photo / Iosune de Goñi
I moan a weird prayer for peace
after all we deserve a new start
We were here &
looked right into the sun
photo / Sumyko
writing / FRANK SHERLOCK
The flashes of the explosions are close enough
to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers
on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back
against the brick, as if chaos snapped
our pictures in the dark.
photo / 美撒郭
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
I feel sad that beautiful things must die,
even shadows made of smoke and flame,
whatever I thought I had made out of my life—
music, poems, books, kisses, a little useless fame.
photo / @Jisisisback
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
I’m up here to distract myself, temporarily,
from what I don’t want or can’t have
in the way of love
photo / ludwig West
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY