Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

Never But The One Matter. The Dead And Gone. The Dying And Going. From The Word Go.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

How Do You Manage It, She Said, At Your Age? I Told Her I'd Been Saving Up For Her All My Life.