Desire paints brilliant windows on stone walls.

I need a more luminous word for the impossibility we crave.
Even the sunset is gone in an instant.
We want to know the last digit of pi.
We want accuracy in all things
But especially in love.
How much?
And will it last forever?
Can you promise I won’t cry at the end of this movie?
Will it be beautiful?
Will anyone remember?

Reclining Nudes

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