We all go about longing for love: it is the first need of our natures, the first prayer of our hearts; but we dare not utter our longing: we are to shy. George Bernard Shaw (1856-1950)
firstlove
With my arms I’ll for ever enfold thee…
With my arms I’ll for ever enfold thee,
And twist round the limbs like a vine.
What joy can be greater than this…?
Sir Charles Hanbury Williams (1708-1759)
I crossed the room, and what you…
I crossed the room, and what you did was to feel my hair over and over again and in different ways touch it, with the palm of your hand… felt it, strands of hair with your fingers, touched it as if it were cloth, the way a child touches its favorite surfaces… Edna O’Brien b. 1932
Passion such as hers is all consent, asking
Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return: I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey. Marguerite Yourcenar (1903-1987)
She half enclosed me with her arms. She pressed…
She half enclosed me with her arms.
She pressed me with a meek embrace;
and bending back her head,
she looked up,’and gazed upon my face.
‘Twas partly love, and partly fear,
and partly ’twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834)
The cry of my body for completeness.
The cry of my body for completeness. That is a cry to you. Mary Carolyn Davies
She embraces me elaborately…
She embraces me elaborately… casually as a breeze, softly as one caresses a flower; she kisses me as dispassionately as heaven kisses the sea, softly and quietly as dew kisses a flower, solemnly as the sea kisses the image of the moon. Soren Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
The first stab of love is like a sunset…
“The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…” Anna Godbersen, The Luxe