Cloud and its Shadow

If u were to gaze on yourself in me, and if in you also I could find my reflection, then those dreams would unlimited our spaces. But if I keep your images and you refuse to give me back mine, your self-same is but a prison. Love of you but a paralysis. The moving universe of our entwining mirages becomes the mirroring outline of your world. The mist rising from our encounters become a cloud blotting out sun, blocking off the horizon.

-- Marine Lover of Friedrich Nietzsche - Luce Irigaray