Pulling back the curtains and letting the sun in, opening up your legs and letting the wind breeze, oversharing and leaving imprints. It's tender, its all consuming, breath affection and touch. Holding hands and embracing your friends and looking deep into strangers eyes. Longing for connection, lust taking over, crawling out of a hole you dug so deep for yourself, and walking towards the light instead of away from it.
Love is the only force that allows us to hold one another close beyond the grave. That is why knowing how to love each other is also a way of knowing how to die.
—bell hooks, All About Love