But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.

You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.