I know time slides away like a cat burglar, and it tries to carry every piece it can fit of us in its bag.

onerous

inchoate

I had never experienced that sensation—of the perfect connection, two parts of two people who were cocreating this new thing that was the oldest thing on earth.

“In this world love has no color— yet how deeply my body is stained by yours,”

rhapsodizing

precocious.

Lust with love is the most lulling and addictive power in the world.