But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you. I want to ride in the swing of your hips. My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks, blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.