He felt suffocated with hunger, a hunger never satisfied because he never came any closer to the trees than looking: What a mouth wanted could be kissed or tasted, but what the eyes wanted, what else could the eyes do but see? The trees were green, they were bright. The walls of his bedroom met in high corners; the corners reverberated coldly along their edges. Everything profoundly revealed its own surface.
Aurora Mattia in her recent (NSFW) short story Valentine's Day