"I want to come to you…Don’t be angry, after all it is me, but I want to sleep with you. Simply to..."

“I want to come to you…Don’t be angry, after all it is me, but I want to sleep with you. Simply to fall asleep and sleep. […] And nothing further. No, there is something: to bury my head in your left shoulder, my arm on your right one - and nothing else. No, something else: to know in the deepest sleep that you are there. And also to hear the sound of your heart. And to kiss your heart.”

- Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Rainer Maria Rilke featured in Marina Tsvetaeva: The Woman, Her World and Her Poetry (via watchoutforintellect)