I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.
Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink. - Marge Piercy
Whatever is not an energy source, is an energy sink.
- Marge Piercy
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it. - Marge Piercy
The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.
We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways. - Marge Piercy
We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows. - Marge Piercy
The people I love the best, jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows.
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved. - Marge Piercy
Work is its own cure. You have to like it better than being loved.
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: n… - Marge Piercy
Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: n…
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk. - Marge Piercy
Hope sleeps in our bones like a bear waiting for spring to rise and walk.
I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium… - Marge Piercy
I will choose what enters me, what becomes flesh of my flesh. Without choice, no politics, no ethics lives. I am not your cornfield, not your uranium…
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into… - Marge Piercy
We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into…
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