Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes.

I love you as one loves certain dark things.

Like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

Hands make the world each day.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

I think it was very informative, but a lot still needs to be done.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way