Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it?

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

You’re falling now. You’re swimming. This is not           harmless. You are not                     breathing.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

You're trying not to tell him you love him, and you're trying to choke down the feeling, and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.