Here is another look into Marrow. It is neither a romance, nor an allegory.
He’s a solid lover. You can never tell the extent of what he is feeling on his face or in his body language. He’s meticulous in his care of me; always meeting my physical needs; asking, serving, believing. And while it is not necessary in the dealings of love, it is terribly romantic to have a man look at you like you’re the last glass of water on earth. I wonder after my own heart. Why I need to be caressed and assured, fussed over and made to feel edible? Perphaps television has worked hard to assure me that this is normal. But, I will not be undone by the past. I will adapt. I will see love in the light of truth rather than experience. Only then will I strengthen my own self and speak fluently the language of love.