Swamp Thing Explores His Limits
I’d have no trouble loving a ghost. The coming and going. The sacrifice of touch. Hell, you
might say I’ve been doing that since my lab caught fire years ago. Just the notion of desire would
be enough for me. Especially the way my nights stretch on forever waiting for the sun to rise
again. To want something other than revenge or justice, even for a little while, would make it all
worth the cold distance that kind of lover needs. What I’m not sure of, though, is how far past
halfway I’d be willing to go for us to be together.
