I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your

As If You Were On Fire From Within. The Moon Lives In The Lining Of Your Skin.

With Your Name On My Mouth And A Kiss That Never Broke Away From Yours.

Whom Can I Ask What I Came To Make Happen In This World?

I Love You Only Because It's You The One I Love; I Hate You Deeply, And Hating You Bend To You, And The Measure Of My Changing Love For You Is That I Do Not See You But Love You Blindly.

I Should Like To Sleep Like A Cat, With All The Fur Of Time, With A Tongue Rough As Flint, With The Dry Sex Of Fire; And After Speaking To No One, Stretch Myself Over The World, Over Roofs And Landscapes, With A Passionate Desire To Hunt The Rats In My Dreams.