“there was dust on your lips like clouds soft and misty and cool in sound I went out of my mind like birds in winter, completely out it was too much to find for me, as in blinding, thinking doubt the ecstasy had heights I never thought I would see. in the flash of love and light your neck was so close to my heart that its coil kept winding, winding tight your skin seemed to disappear and I saw the stars and the great terrible nothing until nothing of my eyes were left”