Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be. Let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love. Pale sunlight, pale the wall.
Love moves away.
The light changes. I need more grace than I thought. The wine we really drink is our own blood. Our bodies ferment in these barrels. We give everything for a glass of this.