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,Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth canEnrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care,We have no time to stand and stare. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

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 are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart  (i carry it in my heart) xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com

Does the sun promise to shine?No, but it will—even behind the darkest clouds,and no promisewill make it shine longer or brighterfor that is its fate,to burn until it can burn no more.To love you is not my promisebut my fate—to burn for youuntil I can burn no more xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

All life is a revolt against deathand all revolts are eventually quelled.The question is:in those momentswith a rock in your handand tear gas in your eyescan you smile to the fatesstand tallandmake your voice heard? xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

On those nightswhen the thick snow driftsthrough moonlightand the sky looks like falling starsclose your eyeslook uptongue out to the  godsand feel the cool ash burn you. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson) Out here on this very dayWe journey further into the illusionAdrift in the great dreamYearning for entry into the severed realm Do you know that the death of earth soon come?Do you know the progress of destruction?Do you know the strange new topography of the coast? Life closes in slowly around usAnd we seek salvation in copulationIn drugsAnd by sunset we ascendOnly to find that our mindsAnd our bodiesWeren't ours at all.Follow Prince Neptune @princeneptunepoetand @codysimpson xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

"I Have Fallen" by Christopher Poindexter I have fallenin love many times.Have you ever sat in a barand watched a lonely manor woman by themselves,their tired eyes shaken,fixed on nothing butthe glass in front of them?Can't you taste their sadnessfrom across the room?Those people.I fall in lovewith those people.To me there are few thingsmore real.Follow Christopher @christopherpoindexterxx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

that you’d pressed—it was orangeand redand yellowand small.And in all waysit was our lovegone nowbut beautiful stillas the memory of something more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Keep your kingdomsgive methe open roadthe stars in the skythe smell of a campfirearound the next bendand I will be as rich as any king. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Tell me,she said,about our houseour childrenour gardenabout the lives we will have --but he never couldand it wasn't until she was gonethat he understoodthat she never needed the houseshe only needed the dream.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Daughter of mine—for your smiles,for your tears,for your skinned knees,and your broken hearts,for the love you give,and the love you find.For whatever you become,or don’t,it is far too late,I love you already,long beforewe ever meet. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

I took her hand,and my heart beat fastas her warmth swallowed me up.A thousand times I’d run this trailbut not with her.Her eyes were all that young love should be,and they lit me upin every look.We lay in shooting skiesand freckled stars, andpromised our love would last forever—and so in our foreverit wouldthere in a castle atop of Blueberry Hill,with silver moon riversand sailing ships.xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

We aspireonly to liveour lives well,to fall into the gentle to and fro of life,and the refrains of seasons and tidesrocking us slowly & finally to sleepas old and lovedas we can possibly be. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

I woke before herand she slept on as the sun rosespilling light across our bedshe was an angel in my sheetsthe girl I would drawif given a thousand yearsand only a promiseshe might one day come to life. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

There is no excuseI’ve heardworthyto declinea requestby a lady ofreasonablemoralsand pleasantcompanyfor a skinny dipunder a warmsummer moon. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

You and Iare starsmet oncein the breath of a universecrossed only for a momentas the ebb and flowof dust and atoms. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

It rained in Romebut when the sun came outit seemed freshlike a city made newand the ruins glimmeredreminding methat nothing lasts forevernot citiesnot kingdomsnot rainstorms. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com