Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

In What Language Does Rain Fall Over Tormented Cities?

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

I Want To Do With You What The Spring Does With The Cherry Trees.

I Have Named You Queen. There Are Taller Than You, Taller. There Are Purer Than You, Purer. There Are Lovelier Than You, Lovelier. But You Are The Queen.

From Scarlet To Powdered Gold, To Blazing Yellow, To The Rare Ashen Emerald, To The Orange And Black Velvet Of Your Shimmering Corselet, Out To The Tip That Like An Amber Thorn Begins You, Small, Superlative Being, You Are A Miracle, And You Blaze