Life And Death Are Balanced As It

There Is The Heat Of Love, The Pulsing Rush Of Longing, The Lover’s Whisper, Irresistible—magic To Make The Sanest Man Go Mad.

From Now On Walking Is My Beer And Feeling Good Is My Hangover.

To Have A Great Man For An Intimate Friend Seems Pleasant To Those Who Have Never Tried It; Those Who Have, Fear It.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

The Wordy Tale, Once Told, Were Hard To Tell Again.