Is this folly?
To bind ourselves, flesh to flesh,
in blood and brokenness
and whisper, in defiance,
against the dark: ‘til death.
To mock futility, souls conjoined,
despite the mortal sting
and laugh in the face of emptiness
with this communion sweet.
To die daily, for love asks more
than words—it demands our life:
every frail breath and thought,
a living sacrifice.
Or is this divine?
Dana Li is pursuing an M.S. in Management Science & Engineering at Stanford University. Despite cultivating her career in technology, she has always been a lover of stories, reading and writing voraciously in her spare time. She loves good fantasy/sci-fi, classy cuisines, and roller coasters (but not all at once). She blogs about literature and life at penandfire.com.