Call me by your name And I'll call you by mine... //captioned// Grace and Verse melt into each other last night and every mirror turns into a window to let the moonlight in. Love like that can do such things, take your earlobes and make them look like stardust. Take your brown neck and make it look like alchemy. Love like that is found between white duvets and beside blind aristotle busts and behind gingerbread houses. Grace and Verse call them by each other's names and that's so beautiful. This is where the poem gets simpler.
