“Love is a clash of lightnings”
“Oh, love is a journey with water and stars,with drowning air and storms of flour:love is a clash of lightnings, two bodies subdued by one honey.”
“Full woman, fleshly apple, hot moon, thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light, what obscure brilliance opens between your columns? What ancient night does a man touch with his senses? Loving is a journey with water and with stars, with smothered air and abrupt storms of flour: loving is a clash of lightning-bolts and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.”
“The difference between love and sex is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”
“and love was lightning and remembrance”
“Why must we love where the lightning strikes, and not where we choose? ”