
“i want to kiss you lightly on the cunt so i can speak in the language of your orgasm and think with the wisdom of your heat.”
i will be perpetually tracing your imprint on my pillow, the sunken valley of my pulsating heart, through the women who had failed you and the men whose hearts i had wasted, through my struggle to mention your name, to the sleepless nights we slept through apart, until the hour i close my eyes and, under my lids, find the golden ray that is you.
for mine is the heart that stays alive.
(a letter to joshua)