Saul Williams

For all the ghosts and corpses that shall never know the breath of our children

— Saul Williams

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding

— Saul Williams

i laced my shoes with sorrow

— Saul Williams

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle

— Saul Williams

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

— Saul Williams

We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.

— Saul Williams

she stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away

— Saul Williams

They say that I am a poet

— Saul Williams

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

— Saul Williams