Nights are superlative. In the mornings, we never ailed as much.

Ἀπέναντι δέ φαίνεται τό σπίτι τους·
εὔχομαι νά μή μοῦ ζητοῦσαν νά τούς πάω.

Ὁ νοτιᾶς τό ξέσυρε κι αὐτό κι αὐτούς
σ’ἄλλες ἠπείρους.

Your belly on my knees,

our faces exchanging air.

My feet tangled,

I can't tell the ceiling from the floor.

If you steal her once,
steal her twice

or free us with a glance.
M. Z. Danielewski

...this potion knows no other.