Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

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

I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that's been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.

All night I streched my arms across him, rivers of blood, the dark woods, singing with all my skin and bone ''Please keep him safe. Let him lay his head on my chest and we will be like sailors, swimming in the sound of it, dashed to pieces.'' Makes a cathedral, him pressing against me, his lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.

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

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.