Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments. - Anne Sexton

Why have your eyes gone into their own room?

I feel myself beginning to love you instead of just need you. I don’t think I have ever loved anyone in my life, not really – just needed them, wanted them to love me to possess me – to become such a part of someone I could lose my frightened self…

We all walk softly away.
We would stay and be the nurse but
there are too many of us and we are too worried to help.
It is love that walks away
and yet we have terrible mouths
and soft milk hands.
We worry with like.
We walk away like love.