I'll admit, I turn to poetry for inspiration when I find myself stuck on titles. Well, my favorite poets, anyway. Audre Lorde gave me Colliding in Free Fall, for instance.
So when Pepper and I were having problems titling our recent pax story, I turned to another favorite. Pablo Neruda.
The poem is Sonnet XVII, and it's one of those love poems that just make me ache. Neruda was such a wordsmith. The phrasing he comes up with always makes me wish I could be half as good, taking my breath away more often than not. If you haven't read Neruda, I highly recommend him.