She in my arms is as much of glory and ecstasy that a man may hold.
Wherefore paradise is unnecessary,
and the flame of stars works no more transformations than the flame of her lips meeting mine,
and the miracle of her actuality, her breathing flesh, and her contact with me,
is as great a miracle as space may produce,
and so far as I am concerned, a greater.

James Oppenheim, from “Love-Songs” (via hellanne)

Tanka

journalofanobody:

From what I have seen

of those who dwell in the light,

I’ll take the shadows.

Those on the other side seem

shallow and far from wisdom.

– Michael Boiano