II. WHAT YOU DO WITH THE LIGHT You bend the light, you melt it down. You house it in your eyes, then you shoot it into me. The moon comes up and it is a silver fire burning. I want to kiss the delicate flesh you wear, stretched tightly across your bones. We are corporeal and on fire, we eat into one another like harmless acid. Every source of light adores you, every sun, every moon, every star, and I am drunk on the wine of your beauty. I reach out to touch you and you bless my hands with the way you accept them, the way you move beneath them. We begin to make love; slowly we become estuaries of pleasure, rivers of light.