My Nostalgia Is For The Impossible.

Being Enthusiastic Settles Nothing.

Your Love For Me Is Founded In A Sentiment. My Love For You Is Founded In The Body. A Precarious Interchange.

Smiling Half-reluctance Seems To Promise More Than The Frankest Gesture Of Desire.

At Retirement, Switching From "i Must" To "i Want" Leaves Me Puzzled And Uneasy.

History Goes Out Of Control Almost As Often As Nature Does.