I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.
— Dean Young (via forestmilk)
Some piece of you
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.
stays in me and I’ll never give it back.
The heart hoards its thorns
just as the rose profligates.
Just because you’ve had enough
doesn’t mean you wanted too much.
— Dean Young, from “Poem Without Forgiveness”
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.— D. Young
