As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

He who has nothing—it has been said many times—has nothing to lose but his chains.

Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?

I stood on the balcony dark with mourning... hoping the earth would spread its wings in my uninhabited love.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?

I love you as one loves certain dark things.