Let’s make love like children. Let’s make love like tea leaves in boiled water. Let’s make love like milk and honey. Let’s make love like fingers on taut strings and keys; like lips on the mouthpiece of flutes. Let’s make love like sunlight in a brook babbling softly down a hidden waterfall. I’ll never feel my eyelashes fluttering against my own cheek; you can. I love you like that. Try it. It’s impossible. That’s why I need you. That’s why you need me. I need you like I need to write these words and you need to read them. When you’re gone I miss you like the stained glass in a rose window misses the waves.