Poetry - poiesis means a thing made.
When I desire you a part of me is gone.
They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
It takes practice to shave the skin off the light.
Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.
Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.