The First Step In The

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

Prose Is Walking; Poetry Is Flying

Never Mind. The Self Is The Least Of It. Let Our Scars Fall In Love.

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

When I Sleepwalk Into Your Room, And Pick You Up, And Hold You Up In The Moonlight, You Cling To Me Hard, As If Clinging Could Save Us. I Think You Think I Will Never Die, I Think I Exude To You The Permanence Of Smoke Or Stars, Even As My Broken Arms Heal Themselves Around You.