this is the map of my heart, the landscape after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is a tenderness
∆ Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain
We come to each other in waves. That's how water loves.
every night I put you together
∆ John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters
I'll touch you a new world then stars will move a different way we'll both end we'll both begin