It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought… it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.
– David Levithan, The Lover’s Dictionary –
“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
O that I were a glove upon that hand
That I might touch that cheek!”
–Bill Shakespeare