I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

In One Kiss, You'll Know All I Haven't Said.

While I'm Writing, I'm Far Away; And When I Come Back, I've Gone.

I Move In The University Of The Waves.

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair. Silent And Starving, I Prowl Through The Streets. Bread Does Not Nourish Me, Dawn Disrupts Me, All Day I Hunt For The Liquid Measure Of Your Steps.