Some people won't even own a dog for fear it will die - you can't bubble-wrap your heart.

A sensual life is a ghostly existence where you live on the surface and your soul passes through everything, touching nothing.

That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...

I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists

I make no apology about stirring the depths - every human longs to swim under water and see what lurks beneath

The abyss you stare into and that stares back at you is your reflection in the mirror - we all have it - that shadow self - that dark heart.

I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been.