We must never apologize
For waking these energies,
Alienating anything
That might spoil
The where
Of true love
When it arrives—
There is no need
To fact-check
Lips touching
Rose petals, hiding,
So much sweet,
Or the fight of your knuckles,
Hell-bent on pinning the fruit
Of one body,
One religion, down,
For a meadow that glows,
In between worlds.

– Eliana Vanessa