The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

Unhappiness was my god.

I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.

Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster