Maybe Her Own Tears Were The Poison

We Got Quiet. The Garden Was Combing Her Hair And Putting On Earrings. The House Was Full Of Dancing Creatures, Not Male And Female But Both, Two Lovers In One Body. The Books Downstairs Were Reciting Their Poetry To Each Other, Rubbing Together, Whispering Through The Leather Covers. Wine Was Flowing Through The Water Pipes. You Had Caught My Leaping Heart In Your Hand Like A Fish.

If Death Is Your Lover, You Don't Got To Be Afraid Ever That He Will Ever Leave You

When They First Kiss, There On The Beach, They Will Kneel At The Edge Of The Pacific And Say A Prayer Of Thanks, Sending All The Stories Of Love Inside Them Out In A Fleet Of Bottles All Across The Oceans Of The World.

You Are In My Blood. I Cant Help It. We Can't Be Anywhere Except Together

We No Longer Believe In Fairy Tales. But We Will Learn To Believe In Monsters