Make love to me in Spanish.
Not with that other tongue.
I want you juntito a mí,
tender like the language
crooned to babies.
I want to be that
lullabied, mi bien
querido
, that loved.

I want you inside
the mouth of my heart,
inside the harp of my wrists,
the sweet meat of the mango,
in the gold that dangles
from my ears and neck.

Say my name. Say it.
The way it’s supposed to be said.
I want to know that I knew you
even before I knew you.
- Sandra Cisneros, “Dulzura,” Loose Woman: Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

My love, how was I to know
that they would make a myth of us?
Did we not die? Are we not dead?
Are your bones not my bones?

Before the war.
Before we had to
kiss Troy out of each other’s
teeth, we were a paradise.
You were the only one I kneeled
before.
You made the warrior in me tired.

They write about your death.
How I sliced through countless
men trying to build a
monument to the monster
I was after your body
blazed before me.

I can tell you now that
I begged for the arrow.
Welcomed it.
My last wish was to
sleep beside you in our tent.
To hide you so well in the afterlife
that no God could take you
from me again.

My quiet love was yours from the
beginning.
I call my ankles by your name.
When mother dipped me in the river, she was introducing us.

- Caitlyn Siehl, Achilles to Patroclus (via alonesomes)
I want to love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
- Warsan Shire  (via themaraudersaredead)

(Source: carryonanyway)

call me medusa
for my monstrosity is not
mine to bear,
but yours to fear.
- a.c (via mhythology)
Tell me you still feel it.
- a.p., a six word story (via sunst0ne)
There are poets who sing you to sleep
and poets who ready you for war
and I want to be both.
- Ashe Vernon (via exoticwild)

(Source: latenightcornerstore)

your name was more powerful
than any empire, but
it could not stop your fall.
- gods do not have to be fair || a.c (via mythaelogy)

(Source: mhythology)

Rome’s fingerprints are
running down your back;


I want to build you
an empire that forgets
to collapse.

- Y.Z, a letter to love (via rustyvoices)