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A crusade that passed through me
While I was in the capital of gloom, a crusade passed by in the form of a woman, and the heart became under mandate, unable to respond against the colonial power. A mixture of sweetness and torment. She has the face of an angel and the stab of a warrior who opens the bolts of consciousness. She opens a door, enters the chest and struts in its left side, and when the full moon appears from between the clouds, she looks up as if she were looking at a mirror. She took from the gazelle, impudence and suspicion, and from the Arabian horses, stubbornness and strut. And now after her invasion, I suffer from love, alienation, and ill fortune. I am the hawk I am the knight I am the poet And she is my punishment.
By : Jamal Bander
I love casual dominance so much, it doesn’t even need to be sexual. Them pushing you against the wall when they pass by you, just to kiss your cheek. Bending you over the counter in the morning as they say good morning. Pressing you to your knees while you’re getting ready to tell you how pretty you look. Letting you go after, just to leaving you dazed and confused and needy.
Look Milena,
"I love you the most." I say, but maybe that's not true love.
If i say, "You are the knife I turn inside myself", maybe I would be explaining true love.
And Milena, I can bear anything with you in my heart.
| Franz Kafka
