The Lovers Of God Have

Water, Stories, The Body, All The Things We Do, Are Mediums That Hid And Show What's Hidden.

This Torture Why Should We Tell You Our Love Stories When You Spill Them Together Like Blood In The Dirt? Love Is A Pearl Lost On The Ocean Floor, Or A Fire We Can’t See, But How Does Saying That Push Us Through The Top Of The Head Into The Light Above The Head? Love Is Not An Iron Pot, So This Boiling Energy Won’t Help. Soul, Heart, Self. Beyond And Within Those Is One Saying, How Long Before I’m Free Of This Torture!

Love Is The Bridge Between You And Everything.

Lovers Find Secret Places Inside This Violent World Where They Make Transactions With Beauty.

All Day I Think About It, Then At Night I Say It. Where Did I Come From, And What Am I Supposed To Be Doing? I Have No Idea. My Soul Is From Elsewhere, I'm Sure Of That, And I Intend To End Up There.