“

Let’s face it. I have been momentary.
A luxury. A bright red sloop in the harbor.
My hair rising like smoke from the car window.
Littleneck clams out of season.

She is more than that. She is your have to have,
Has grown you your practical, your tropical growth.
This in not an experiment. She is all harmony.
She sees to oars and oarlocks for the dinghy

I give you back your heart.
I give you permission –


She is so naked and singular.
She is the sum of yourself and your dream.
Climb her like a monument, step after step.
She is solid.

As for me, I am a watercolour.
I wash off.

”
anne sexton (via tellherlies)