Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An

All Considerations For These Human Remains! They Must Have An Escort! They Are Classified!

It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

You Lay, A Small Knuckle On My White Bed; Lay, That Fist Like A Snail, Small And Strong At My Breast. Your Lips Are Animals; You Are Fed With Love. At First, Hunger Is Not Wrong.

Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died Full Of Questions