chad_sexington

"One lover is always murdered in the act of love. A man poetically "dies"--elizabethian slang for orgasm--at the moment of crisis, But in the encounter does a woman, impaled on passion, die as well in her surrendering swoon? the question goes far deeper than merely asking where love goes; when losing ourselves in an embrace we exchange fate. There is no disfigurement in reproduction, it is clear, only restatement. In a real sense, every shape is a letter. I am only asking, in the final dentente of coupledom, who survies and why?"

--From Laura Warholic by Alexander Theroux.