“Fire is in the heart. Water
places the art ‘round the island of
desiring wheremost primitives stalk
sacrificing their daughters, but these
primordial waters carry a feminine
agenda that no man ever taught us.”
“Your body is a church whose doors close to me.
I’m waiting on your steps trying not to tremble, I don’t know any other place that I can go and pray inside of.
It’s why still when I am close to you sometimes my skeleton shivers electric and why sometimes I shudder heavy in this heavy coat called mine…”—Anis Mojgani (via wingspan)