Mikl Paul Quotes & Sayings

Later when they would mention, they would say, and everyone would know, but not nearly as well as they meant. — Mikl Paul

The city they are building asks you to stay; remind yourself what is worth keeping, while the lighthouse of your moan warns the ship of your heart that he is a stone. — Mikl Paul

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned. — Mikl Paul

He left her a note in her right slipper that said when I was alone yesterday I was happy, and I wanted you to know. Because look at how much you've done in me. — Mikl Paul

There is a deep truth in being at home enough with someone to kiss them while your lips are dry. And happiness may not be the greatest of things to hear, but it should be. — Mikl Paul

She told me there was a place on my face she wanted to inhale. — Mikl Paul

They spent a summer talking beneath the redwoods. There was a curiosity to the way they knew. She would take his hips in her hands and turn him to the left, so the sun would not be in his eyes. He would take her hips in his hands and turn her to the right, so the sun would not be in her eyes.. It is a dance. A very careful way they care. — Mikl Paul

I want to gossip about forever / against the part of your back that / is mine. — Mikl Paul

There are these places on your poem, / where I want to write bodies. — Mikl Paul

I don't know if I have ever truly believed that everyone deserves love. But if I had to take it one moment further into those shadowed valleys of heartfull, I would admit that I do believe that love, deserves everyone. — Mikl Paul

I negate this distance with / what it would be / to be shining you. — Mikl Paul

Maybe they will only find one another by being somewhere they have never been and maybe none of this has a thing to do with forgiveness but home doesn't always resemble the path. — Mikl Paul

He said that he felt that there was a book hidden between us. Some small thing lodged between a rib or a summer. and He wanted to find it. — Mikl Paul

Nowhere hidden has ever turned away a goodheart guest. — Mikl Paul