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Infernal Affairs

One man's memoir of debauched enlightenment
4 years ago. June 24, 2020 at 6:57β€―PM

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."

HisHunnyBun​(sub female){Taken} - Beautiful!
Very eloquent!!
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4 years ago
Habardr​(dom male) - My friend had a reading of it at his wedding. He's a big Pablo Neruda fan.
4 years ago
mab{His} - This is gorgeous... Might need to find more of his stuff!
4 years ago
Habardr​(dom male) - He is pretty good. Though I tend toward Byron, Blake, etc - or, slightly more obscurely, Birgitta Trotzig.

4 years ago
A Cloud​(sub female){Owned} - Neruda and La Mar. His words have the essence of the sea. I visited two of his houses, one was in the shape of a ship on the edge of the ocean. Beautiful! The other was 4 or 5 stories and the top floor was their bedroom that felt like you could step out to the ocean. Thanks for inspiring that memory - seemingly perfect timing. ☺️
2 years ago
Habardr​(dom male) - Thanks for sharing that memory.
2 years ago

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