And I, Stepping From This Skin Of

And The Danger Is That In This Move Toward New Horizons And Far Directions, That I May Lose What I Have Now, And Not Find Anything Except Loneliness

What I Fear Most, I Think, Is The Death Of The Imagination.

The Blood Of Love Welled Up In My Heart With A Slow Pain.

I Have Taken A Pill To Kill The Thin Papery Feeling.

The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's Kiss.