From fire to shelter to fire.

Love is a gift / that springs from an unlit spot. Resin and rue. / Even when I’m in the dark I’m in the dark with you.

I am still soft, and I can be like wax in your hands. Take me, give me a form, finish me.

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both.

Kiss the mouth which tells you, here,here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

There isn’t enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance, prevails.

I look to you, through you, for something, a heart that beats / gentle as velvet.

[…] y luego se desnuda, moja mis labios con un sabor a frutas incendiadas…

Por las calles voy dejando algo que voy recogiendo: pedazos de vida mía, venidos desde muy lejos.

I am the ocean; the earth; whatever dies for you.