"I want to gather your darkness
in my hands, to cup it like water
I want this in the same way
as I want to touch your cheek –
it is the same –
the way a moth will come
to the bedroom window in late September,
beating and beating its wings against the cold glass,
the way a horse will lower
his long head to water, and drink,
and pause to lift his head and look,
and drink again,
taking everything in with the water,
"And when two people have loved each other
see how it is like a
scar between their bodies,
stronger, darker, and proud;
how the black cord makes of them a single fabric
that nothing can tear or mend."
"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."
"Anger was better than tears, better than grief, better than guilt."
"You are the answer to a question I asked in another life"
"Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt."
- Sonya Karp, The Golden Lily