"Axiom: you are a sea.
Your eye -
lids curve over chaos

My hands
where they touch you, create
small inhabited islands

Soon you will be
all earth: a known
land, a country."

- Margaret Atwood

"At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."

Axiom: I am an island.
My heart-
enclosed in a cage of bones

Your hands
where they touch me, create
small ripples of seafoam

Soon I will be
all sea: an uncharted
territory, an infinite horizon.