Happy coincidence. Kelis on one page, Al Sharpton on the other holding up the fist.
"In silence and in darkness we loved each other and as I traced her bones with my palm I wondered what time would do to skin that was so new to me. Could I ever feel any less for this body? Why does ardour pass? Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll own the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone." - Jeanette Winterson, “Written on the Body”