My lips got lost on the way to the kiss - that's how drunk I was.
The meaning of poetry has no sureness of direction; is like the sling, it is not under control.
Love is an emotion. Totally silent and inexpressible with words.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
Sometimes the shadow stays next to the Light. Sometimes it disappears into the Light
There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.