The hands that stifle and the hair that stings,
I felt them fasten sharply without sound. (...)
Red with bitter blossom of a kiss...
Riikka Sormunen
Chaim Soutine
Rainer Fetting
The ache of purple pulses, and the bliss
Of blinded eyelids that expand again -
Love draws them open...
Itzchak Tarkay
Suhair Sibai
Loretta Lizzio
...and Love shed fruitless flowers...
Sandro Botticelli, (detail)
Savely Sorine
Laura Knight
After Padovanino, (detail)
Wynn Chamberlain
Mike Hall
Edwin Lydén
Oskar Kokoschka
Greg Becker
Leon de Smet
Virginia Woolf by Vanessa Bell
Sir William Russell Flint
Lucas Cranach (detail)
Guy Rose
"The heart is the toughest part of the body.
Tenderness is in the hands.”
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The Day Dream (detail)
Sarah Joncas
Then ere one sleep, appeased with sacrifice,
Where his lips wounded, there his lips atone.
George Lawrence Bulleid
Joanne Nam
This way and that. Soft are the beasts of light
But softer still her hand that drifts so white
Upon the whiteness. How like a water-plant
It floats upon the black canal of sleep,
Suspended upward from the distant deep
In pure achievement of its lovely want!
Mao Yan
Karine Léger
1.2.3.&5. excerpts from a poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
4. quote - Carolyn Forché
6. from a poem of Karl Shapiro
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