Anything Incomprehensible Has A Sexual Significance To

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

I Remember Every Single Spot Of Light That Ever Gouged A Shadow Beside Your Bones.

There Seemed To Be Some Heavenly Support Beneath His Shoulder Blades That Lifted His Feet From The Ground In Ecstatic Suspension, As If He Secretly Enjoyed The Ability To Fly But Was Walking As A Compromise To Convention.

Nothing Could Have Survived Our Life.

Pronunciation Has Made Many An Innocent Word Sound Like A Doctor's Orders For A Stomach Pump.