We Were Like Gods At The Beginning Of The World

we were like gods at the beginning of the world

everything we touched

was fresh and

filled with the gentle joy

of creation.

had you fallen as hard as i

i'm sure that the blood

leaking from your scraped knees

would be golden.

the outline of you holding me

had i been viewing as another

would've been created in constellation.

you promised me forever

and like a fool

i took your promise.

but neither of us are gods

although you may come close

and my blood is still red

and a promise of forever doesn't mean anything

when you run out of time.

i want to bathe with you. there's something raw and real that spills out of my every pore when i take baths and i want to have you bare witness. here, let me wash your hair. i always feel loved when you let me play with your hair. let the foamy water submerge us. maybe this is baptismal, the way my love for everything around me swims into the water and eats us whole. i want to have a home with you where i bake foods ive never made before. and we are always happy. the bed is big enough for both of us and our parents can't try and get in. a place where we always just throw our shoes off at the door and end up losing them. a place where my yellow gloves ive started wearing when i do the dishes are hung to dry in the window. a place where there's a tub that's big enough for both of us. in that tub, i want to bathe with you.

I would know him in death, at the end of the world

The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

lay me down tonight in my diamonds and pearls

tell me songs at night about your favorite girl

on tragic heroes and the people who'd follow them anywhere.

tumblr textpost// Anne Carson, An Oresteia// Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles// Victor Hugo, Les Miserables// William Shakespeare, Hamlet// Anne Carson, An Oresteia