Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

It Was My First Doll That Water Went Into And Water Came Out Of Much Earlier It Was The Diaper I Wore And The Dirt Thereof And My Mother Hating Me For It