Two for Tuesday: Longing and Need

Paris, 1964
by Edouard Boubat

“Though you have never possessed me
I have belonged to you since the beginning of time” ~ Mina Loy, from “Three Moments in Paris”

                   

Today’s post arose from the Boubat photograph above . . .

I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought

I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
A lot more
Than I should

~ Benedict Smith

                     

Rime Riche

You need me like ice needs the mountain
On which it breeds. Like print needs the page.
You move in me like the tongue in a mouth,
Like wind in the leaves of summer trees,
Gust-fists, hollow except for movement and desire
Which is movement. You taste me the way the claws
Of a pigeon taste that window-ledge on which it sits,
The way water tastes rust in the pipes it shuttles through
Beneath a city, unfolding and luminous with industry.
Before you were born, the table of elements
Was lacking, and I as a noble gas floated
Free of attachment. Before you were born,
The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
Some machinist at his desk merely clicked into place.

~ Monica Ferrell

                   

Music by Nikki Reed and Paul McDonald, “All I’ve Ever Needed”