“...and the night was comfortably warm as the soft filtered light continued to push the darkness into the shadows as they held each other and kissed and pushed each others darkness into the corner, believing in each others light, each others dream.”
“They held each other and kissed and pushed each others' darkness into the corner, believing in each others' light, each others' dream.”
“Pain and pleasure, like light and darkness, succeed each other.”
“I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.”
“We'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd give each other everything we could.”
“Darkness was and darkness was good. As with light. Light and Darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being, in joyful rhythm.”