From the book...--"Come back to bed," he added. "I lied before. I want your mouth too."I'd forgotten how devastating I found that little phrase. I want. Well, it was more than a phrase, after all -- it was, as I could have told you at nine years old, a complete sentence, the verb sweetly agreeing with the subject in number. Number? One. Just him, his declarative, subjective singularity -- taut, swollen, urgent. I want. Tense: the present. Oh, yes, very tense, and very present. A simple sentence, wanting to grow, to complexify, its predicate demanding its object --- give it its object. Your mouth. And I opened my mouth, and he pulled my head down on him, hard. Oh, and I want you. I want you. To want it. To want me. It. Dissolve. Drown in the ambiguity.--Stunningly written, this little bit of cunning linguistics alone is worth a five-star review. It literally took my breath away.Thank you, Molly!