“When I met you, you were both for me: the sensual and the spiritual. The two can never separate…”
– Paul Celan to Ingeborg Bachmann
Paris, 31 Oct 1957

Precious, precious one.

The day closes on me again. I am left wondering just how little life is and how fleeting our time on earth. What a crying shame if you were not in mine for the few short days we live as guests on this planet. As I lay my head down tonight I say a prayer of thanks for all that I have and I dare say it – that includes you.

Do I dare? Loving asks for a strength I only possess on some days.