They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side…He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.
This is the seduction of unreason: the allure of choosing light over logic, metaphysics over math, Jerusalem before Athens.
we fill pre-existing forms and when we fill them we change them and are changed.
i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.