Never Love With All Your Heart, It

Lord, Forgive Me If My Need Sometimes Shapes A Human Creed.

Quaint, Outlandish Heathen Gods Black Men Fashion Out Of Rods

My Poetry Has Become The Way Of My Giving Out What Music Is Within Me.

All Day Long And All Night Through, One Thing Only Must I Do: Quench My Pride And Cool My Blood, Lest I Perish In The Flood.

The Night Whose Sable Breast Relieves The Stark, White Stars, Is No Less Lovely Being Dark