We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven...

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

We laugh & it pits the world against us.

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.