Carnal apple. Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light. What secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay. Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightening, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was – anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.
– from David Copperfield