" Being with Nell knocks my head back,
makes my bones thrum,
my blood ring and boil up
until we are
reaching, grabbing, smothering
each other.
And skin to skin our aching bodies press
to find a way in -
and I mean pressing, pressing, pressing.

And there's teeth brawling, hands clutching,
as we pour our way into each other
until everything stops,
gives way to soft kisses.
quiet breaths of friendship,
and I say,
'Are you OK?'
and actually fucking mean it. "

― Sarah Crossan , Moonrise