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“the sunlight today touched me just like. i wanted it to and still does as i remain here lying. with the grass blades against my arms like obscure lovers. i have never been in love. the sunlight, its warmth. rippling against my light-ached flesh. what i was proud of.”

— Joanna Cleary, from “After Pride,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)

“When I love I become liquid light”

— Nizar Qabbani, from “When I Love” (via oiseauperdu)