When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.

beware the easy griefs / that fool and fuel nothing.

It is brave to be involved

I am a writer perhaps because I am not a talker.

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.