patroclus

The woman up front,
face plaster white and neck
smeared with black lace,
can’t quite hide the bouquet blooming
on her collarbone, petals dripping their
synthetic ambrosia when she bends 
to breathe goodbye 
into his face, as if
he were Patroclus and she 
could keep him
just like this, as beautiful as
the day his fingers first sketched
a bloom of red in
the hollows of her chest.

"We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone."

- Orson Welles (via savannahloveinc)

"Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench. Care about people’s approval and you will be their prisoner. Do your work, then step back: it is the only path to serenity."

- Lao Tzu (via nathanielstuart)