The most prosaic of us betray a belief in the inward life every time we talk about 'my body' rather than 'I.
She was fragile, gentle, wide awake in a sleeping world.
What I want does exist if I dare to find it.
In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.
Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.
A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.