the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

Tag: love (page 6 of 50)

destino adempimento

destino adempimento

c’era oceano tra noi;
stelle di collegamento
il nostro cielo. era il luogo dove i
finalmente trovato uno
residenza.
da qualche parte … restiamo.
come non ho mai avuto bisogno
un altro amante; un impossibile
domanda quando tutto
tenuto le mie mani. baciò
le mie labbra. contro di me, mi sono sentito
come lui è un cerchio
e che l’amore può essere vero.
E io ero … per …
lui. ed era
per me.

fate fulfillment

there was ocean between us;
stars connecting
our heaven. was where i
finally found one
place of residence.
somewhere… we stay.
like i never needed
another lover; an impossible
question when everything
held my hands. he kissed
my lips. against me, i felt
like he is a circle
and that love can be true.
and i was… for…
him. and he was
for me.

 

day two

  • Well, I survived the first day. It contained slews of international texts and concluded with a three hour Skype conversation.

IMG_4947My general theory is that I’ll break some time during week two. It’s possible, however, with a trip to Rome in the making – it certainly takes a bit out of the sting. Continue reading

thirty seven days

As fate would have it, the love of my life is leaving for thirty seven days. I understand the commitments of global IMG_4924citizenship. But fuck. Am I going to be one cranky scribe.

Scrittrice. Continue reading

excerpt

The neighbors didn’t know if they loved or hated what they were hearing.

But they definitely heard. Because the two of us weren’t quiet.

Like, when I exhaled, the bed frame rattled. And when he whispered, the floor vibrated.

And the entire time, we smoked and drank espresso. There was nothing in the refrigerator, except for dark chocolate (90%!) and champagne. I always kept a fresh glass of water on the night table, the one on my side of the bed.

My spine opened wider every time I twisted toward him.

Everyone talked about us while we spoke Italian to each other; within the August heat of a New York City sun, in the center of midtown Manhattan – not far from Grand Central station – underneath a cloudless sky.

We would speak to each other with our lips touching, a low song that no one else had ever sang to me before.

I only wore dresses. Not very much makeup. Only Chanel lipstick that he picked out for me, and which didn’t usually work out. I ordinarily kissed it off on the first napkin to reach me during one of our days spent walking the city together – before his tongue was in my mouth again.

We talked about family and architecture and traveling, mostly. Sometimes orchestra. Sometimes poetry… (excerpt)

ex·cerpt | noun
?ek?s?rpt/
1. a short extract from a piece of music or writing.

dissotterrare zelo

dissotterrare zelo

era come
Guardò fuori
per me. e noi
innamorarsi
prima che qualcuno
avuto la possibilità
a lampeggiare. sognare …
prima non avrei mai potuto
essere qualcosa
Che si adatta un certo
forma; H e I
formata insieme.
E i miei occhi
ha aperto. le mie labbra
disse.
Niente.

unearth zeal

it was like
he looked out
for me. and we
fell in love
before anyone
had a chance
to blink. to dream…
prior to i could never
be something
that fits one certain
shape; he and i
formed together.
and my eyes
opened. my lips
said.
nothing.

 

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