I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every window.

When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth.