Between a wish and a prayer.

“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.”

“Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research. I don’t dream of someone who understands me immediately, who seems to have known me my entire life, who says, I know me too. I want someone keen to learn my own strange organization, amazed at what’s revealed; someone who asks, and then what, and then what?

We need not talk at all, our eyes would whisper for us, and your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

I knew no end to desiring you.

“I cannot discern the flower scents, but I can tell her fragrance.”