The Pale Poetics

Volume I: The Philosophy of Affection

An ode to lovers & dreamers

“He has the bones of Michelangelo’s David and the

eyes of Casanova. His skin is a pale museum of

constellations disinterred from Van Gogh’s Starry

Night. His hair, gleaming with reflections as Monet’s

Water Lilies. His lips; my Wilde gravestone. And his

kisses; a Schiele collection.”

— Maeve Melia

“To love or have loved, that is enough. Ask nothing

further. There is no other pearl to be found in the

dark folds of life.”

— Victor Hugo

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دست هایم هنوز بوی خوش نفست را دارند

my hands still have the scent of your breaths

“Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are

magic.” — Frida Kahlo

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سمان سقوط کرد، بر لبه ی روحم آویخته شد و آتکه ای ابر از

وجدانم را در اقیانوس ژرف دیدگانت غرق کرد

“A piece of cloud fell from the sky and hung

from the edge of my soul, drowning my conscience

in the deep ocean of your eyes.” —Maeve Melia

“Your voice reverberated against my body like

another kind of caress, another kind of penetration.”

— Anaïs Nin, in a letter to Henry Miller

“He felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I

wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the

warm curve of his neck, and never let go.”

— Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“Making love with you

Is like drinking sea water.

The more I drink

The thirstier I become,

Until nothing can slake my thirst

But to drink the entire sea.”

— Kenneth Rexroth

“Je t’aime trop pour te laisser croire que je pourrais

me passer de toi. Que tu me trompes, je m’en fous.

Tant que t’as la sincérité de me le dire. Que tu me

caches, je m’en fous, tant que tu viens me retrouver

même pour une minute, même pour une seconde.

La patience me va, et en t’attendant, c’est tout ton

corps que je récite par coeur, tes bras si doux, tes

lèvres, l’odeur de tes cheveux. Et tes genoux. Dire

que même de tes genoux, je suis amoureux.”

— La Belle Personne, de Christophe Honoré

“We fear death because we feel that we haven’t

loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately

are one and the same. However, when you make

love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the

utmost respect in this world and one that makes you

feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely

disappears. Because when you are sharing your body

and heart with a great woman the world fades away.

You two are the only ones in the entire universe.

You conquer what most lesser men have never

conquered before, you have conquered a great

woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can

offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the

mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only

passion for living, and for loving, becomes your sole

reality. This is no easy task for it takes

insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that

moment when you are making love with a woman

of true greatness you will feel immortal.”

—Ernest Hemingway in Midnight in Paris

“The conversation between your fingers and

someone else’s skin. This is the most important

discussion you can ever have.”

— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This for You

☽ *✩ the sun was conceived in your eyes ✩* ☾

“I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of

the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the

shadows of the great oaks; I hear your voice in the

cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my

veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first

waking thought and my last sigh before sleeping.

You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of

my breath.” — Juliet Marillier

“I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are

pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I

love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your

heartbreak. I love everything about you.”

― Penzima, from Encanta

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

―F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace.

The End

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