"If there was one thing I could save from the fire,
he said, the broken arms of the sycamore,
the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard -
your breath on my neck like a music that holds
my hands down, kisses as they burn their way
along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet,
clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging
nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
What to expect: poetry, tattoos, photos, quotes, TV, films, FA/HAES, feminism. For more deets, check the tags or just ask. My feminist rants are housed at femignome.
In all seriousness, I find him to be kind of beige. Average, I guess. But goddamn, his voice. It just does things. I hadn’t realized that it was such a huge part of his appeal until catching up with Spooks/MI-5. Mmmm.