"There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in."
Kate Chopin, The Awakening
(Source: amusicalpanda)
Topography
In the valley of her shoulder blades
I get lost while navigating
the landscape of her anatomy.My fingers have traced a topographical map
charting every dip and turn of her skeleton,
the smooth, declining plane of her jawbone
and how to guide lips across the bridge
of her nose.You can jump from this bridge
and land in an ocean of goodbye
kisses and songs about the morning.
