The journey over the bridge had unnerved me. The river water passed me by like an untouched drink. I suspected that even if my mother and brother had not been there I would have made no move to jump.
I, love, I am the pure acetylene virgin attended by roses.
What did my arms do before they held you?
Cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.
I hurl my heart to halt his pace.