To avoid discovery I stay on the run. To discover things for myself, I stay on the run.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

Do all lovers feel helpless and valiant in the presence of the beloved? Helpless because the need to roll over like a pet dog is never far away. Valiant because you know you would slay a dragon with a pocket knife if you had to.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

Lie beside me. Let me see the division of your pores. Let me see the web of scars made by your family's claws and you their furniture. Let me see the wounds that they denied. The battle ground of family life that has been your body. Let me see the bruised red lines that signal their encampment. Let me see the routed place where they are gone. Lie beside me and let the seeing be healing. No need to hide. No need for either darkness or light. Let me see you as you are.

The impulse to worship is impossible to eradicate. Even the most prosaic have to worship something.

Of course, people will laugh at you, but people laugh at a great many things so there is no need to take it personally.