Naked on Cashmere

She had an uncanny energy for lifethankful for every little miracle it bestowed—and it made herentirely impossibleto live without. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

“Leisure” by W. H. Davies What is this life if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughsAnd stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass,Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight,S ...  Afficher plus

She wasn’t happy or sad,in love or out of love,she was just thereexistingin the ebb and flow of life—and that was a dangerous place to bebut her worst mistakewas forgetting to rememberthere was more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

In the morningsshe taught me Frenchand after breakfast she would paintand I would writeand as the spring rain fell on the skylightand the tea steamed from its mugsmy heart hummedto the musicof the dreamwe’d found. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com 

"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you ...  Afficher plus