Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

There Are Two Versions To Every Poem – The Crying Version And The Straight Version

This One Whom Habit Of Memory Propels To The Ground Of His Making, Sleeper Only The Mortal Sounds Can Sing Awake, This Blessing Love Gives Again Into Our Arms.

Go So Deep Into Yourself, You Speak For Everyone.

Kiss The Mouth Which Tells You, Here, Here Is The World. This Mouth. This Laughter. These Temple Bones.

I Have Always Intended To Live Forever; But Not Until Now, To Live Now.