What Athena means to Tident.

Love, for Athena, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.

"To love another person is to see the face of God."

"Prayer is wanting. God, God he says, but he's not praying to God, he's praying to you, not to your body or your face but to the space you hold at the centre, which is the shape of the universe. Empty."

Makes a cathedral, her pressing against me, her lips at my neck, and yes, I do believe her mouth is heaven, her kisses falling over me like stars. It's nearing midnight and something holy is always coming around. Take love for instance, and the bare perfect neck of a woman who's given up everything for the forbidden leap to your arms as you lean over the railing to hear the music hopping at the jump pull of the line. She will never be here again in the break of the phrase back before this maverick music was invented. It's the midnight hour and sweet dark love bares it all. I can hear it again; the blue moon caving in to tears of muscle and blood. Birth of the new day begins less than one second after. It's that exact, this science of the holy.