"two girls kissing in paris, ignoring the politics in this

a film about two girls who are not depressed because they are gay

a film about two girls who are not dead because they are gay

they give each other flowers

there is no grave in this

no scene in which the heartbroken walk back down the street, away from the camera

the end is not elegy

the end is not blue

running cornflower

fistfuls of cerulean

cold sky

they know how to love each other

there is no choreographed sex

no brief infinite tenderness

they learn how to use their mouths

a folding of soft

no crash

no broken windshield bodies

no tears

just imagine: a movie about two girls where neither of them have to cry."