Archive for November 2013

Each other’s gloves

You would have to go. But you can’t go. You couldn’t go. You couldn’t leave while his voice is purring in your skull, purring and curling and thinking your thoughts and you look at your hands and feel his fingers, as if you have become each other’s gloves – and the sound of his breath and when he swallows could set you falling, could take you to a place where you might weep, where you are far out of your mind, but still at home in it, at liberty inside yourself as you have never been.

A. L. Kennedy, The Blue Book

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On his best days

On his best days, he is racked with music to the point of helpless smiling.

A. L. Kennedy, The Blue Book

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