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femslashficlets | ends 5/31/20202/7: 0/15
TABLE
| 1. | I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me. Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt |
| 2. | The realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful. Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness |
| 3. | You have come to do an autopsy and at the first excision found a beating heart. R. Erica Doyle, Proxy |
| 4. | Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them. Djuna Barnes, Nightwood |
| 5. | Then they took the last step together, and when she kissed her, her mouth as warm as summer, the taste of her sweet and clear, she knew, at last, that she was home. Malinda Lo, Ash |
| 6. | Stand and face me, my love, and scatter the grace in your eyes. Sappho |
| 7. | That conversation we were always on the edge / of having, runs on in my head. Adrienne Rich, Twenty-One Love Poems |
| 8. | when she looks at me / i float in a warm lake / feel my muscles go weak with want Pat Parker, My Lover Is a Woman |
| 9. | But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name. Jeanette Winterson, Oranges are Not the Only Fruit |
| 10. | We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings. Audre Lorde, Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power |
| 11. | I want to possess you completely— / Your jade body /And your promised heart. Wu Tsao |
| 12. | the moonlight striped her, marked out places where the whispering thing would slip through and she would unfold. Helen Oyeyemi, White is for Witching |
| 13. | The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. Tove Jansson |
| 14. | I knew that I couldn't lie beside her, without wanting to touch her. I couldn't have felt her breath upon my mouth, without wanting to kiss her. And I couldn't have kissed her, without wanting to save her. Sarah Waters, Fingersmith |
| 15. | I tell you this / to break your heart, / by which I mean only / that it break open and never close again Mary Oliver, Lead |
