When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.

We seek not rest but transformation. We are dancing through each other as doorways.

Any life is lived in a particular time and place. Every life is impacted by the family's socio-economic circumstances, and, in later life, by the person's.

Every artist creates with open eyes what she sees in her dream.

Learning to love differently is hard, love with the hands wide open, love with the doors banging on their hinges, the cupboard unlocked, the windroaring and whimpering in the rooms.