Why do I long for another turn of time?
Why do I want the clock to go faster when my life depends on holding back the hands?
Why? I want to kiss you.
Kiss me with the hollow of your mouth, the indentation of desire. Kiss me with the pulled-apart open space, demolition of propriety, rebuilding of a place of worship among an upright people.
…My mouth on yours forms words I do not know.
~ Sappho, Winterson’s “Art and Lies”