" The bodies remained on the lonely side of love
as if negating each other without negating desire
and in this negotiation a knot stronger than themselves
indefinitely bound them together.

What did their eyes and their hands know,
or their skin, which held a body
against the breath of another, and gave birth to
that slow immobile light,
the solitary form of desire? "

― José Ángel Valente , Landscape with Yellow Birds