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[judecorp]

Articulacy of fingers, the language of the deaf and dumb, signing on the body body longing. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body. Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart beat before I met you, I relied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm, you play upon me, drumming me taut. ~ Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

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A Knight's Sleep

[kieron.livejournal.com]

Your soul speaks to me in the darkest night, your lips upon my breast feels so right. Your raven hair so soft as silk , your skin so pure as the purest milk. Eyes of the bluest oceans so vast so calm
you have the strength of a thousand soldiers within one palm. My sweet angel so gentle and kind your galant spirit is what moves my mind. My love for you is so vast so deep only within your arms is where I choose to sleep.

Why Do You Sleep With Girls?

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(Jeannette Winterson, 1998)

Ruth

[kieron.livejournal.com]

Love, see thy lover humbled at thy feet,
Not in servility, but homage sweet,
Gladly inclined:-and with my bended knee
Think that my inward spirit bows to thee-
More proud indeed than when I stand or climb
Elsewhere:-there us no stature so sublime
As Love's in all the world, and e'en to kiss
The pedestal is still a better bliss
Than all ambitions. O! Love's lowest base
Is far above the reaching of disgrace
To shame this posture. Let me then draw nigh
Feet that have fared so nearly to the sky,
And when this duteous homage has been given
I will rise up and clasp the heart in Heaven.

~ Thomas Hood (1799-1845)