Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.

Lovers find secret places inside this violent world where they make transactions with beauty.

I searched for God and found only myself. I searched for myself and found only God.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.

I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. I want to know the joy of how you whisper "more

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled.