TEN LAST NIGHT, by viggo mortensen

I PASS A PILE OF BROKEN CHAIRS
ON OUR STREET CORNER
AND FEEL YOU
DRYING ON ME.
I TASTE THE BLOOD
THAT SHIMMERED
ON YOUR LIPS.
LINGERING, LIKE GUILT DOES.

there are only so many ways to live forever.
( Chapter Two : The Passage of Waking, Viggo/Orlando )

true nature of beast and man is in the blood.
( Interlude : Spoils, William/Orlando )

it starts with a man, lost in the woods.
( Chapter One : The Hunt, William/Viggo )

Sonnet 14, by John Donne

Batter my heart, three-personned God; for You
As yet but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit You, but O, to no end;
Reason, Your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captivated, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed unto your enemy.
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.