That I have loved only you, surrendered my whole self reckless to you and
nobody else. That I want you to love me back and show it to me. That
love the way you hold me, how close you let me be to you. I like your
fingers on and on, lifting, turning. I have watched your face for a long
time now, and missed your eyes when you went away from me. Talking to you
and hearing you answer- that's the kick.
~Toni Morrison Jazz
The descriptive and imaginative writing is bound together by an ever present thread. In the end, it is an improbable love story that rings true on many levels.