“The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.”

Seek refuge in the space between my bones.

Somewhere inside my throat lives your ache.

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

I pocket grief and it beckons me like a lover.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.

There is a calmness in not knowing.

Every beauty mark, a country to roam. Every stretch mark, a river to cross.

I loved you in quiet because to hide is to pretend that it is okay.

Allow me to introduce myself, A warning and a welcoming all at once.

We are so much more than skin can hold.

When I look in the mirror, I don’t see a poem.

I have lived too many lives to be only one thing, and instead of attempting to mesh them into a form of a human being, I have decided to love every jagged edge of mine.

I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.

I always wanted to be more than my brown skin, when you told me I was sweet like cinnamon.

If you wish to read the story of my people look no further than my body.

I am only beautiful when my legs are open and I have forgotten my mother tongue to make room for yours.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.

Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.

Dance is communication, and so the great challenge is to speak clearly, beautifully and with inevitability.

May you know the beauty of your own true nature.

I love women. I’m trying to do beautiful things with them. I’m not trying to insult them. My life is not about that.

Her face looked ugly in the attempt to avoid tears; it was an ugliness which bound him to her more than any beauty could have done. It isn’t being happy together, he thought as though it were a fresh discovery, that makes one love–it’s being unhappy together.

A moment’s truth can and shall make the world beautiful. A moment’s peace can and shall save the world. A moment’s love can and shall make the world perfect.

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.