long live McQueen

let's get Stoned

loving fearlessly is the bravest thing in the world... to be afraid and leap regardless

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's

I send out red signals across your absent eyes that
move like the sea near a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to that sea that beats on your marine eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassels over the land.

Pablo Neruda

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees

wanna find myself by the sea in anothers company by the sea