You came to the side of the bed
and sat staring at me.
Then you kissed me—I felt
hot wax on my forehead.
I wanted it to leave a mark:
that’s how I knew I loved you.
Because I wanted to be burned, stamped,
to have something in the end—
—Louise Glück, from “The Encounter,” The Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition May 1987) Originally published 1985.