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