I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don’t know how to make this sound virtuous.
Anne Carson, from “Part V: The Anthropology of Water,” Plainwater: Essays and Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)
I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don’t know how to make this sound virtuous.