Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
One night I dreamed I was locked in my Father’s watchWith Ptolemy and twenty-one ruby starsMounted on spheres and the Primum MobileCoiled and gleaming to the end of spaceAnd the notched spheres eating each other’s rindsTo the last tooth of time, and the case closed.