Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera.)

things which in my mind blossom will stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise appear capable of fragility and indecision

You and I are more than you and I because it's we.

love is the every only god

-Before leaving my room i turn, and (stooping through the morning) kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

We do not believe in ourselves until someone reveals that deep inside us something is valuable, worth listening to, worthy of our trust, sacred to our touch. Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight or any experience that reveals the human spirit.

Because you aren't afraid to kiss the dirt (and consequently dare to climb the sky)