All The Poems Have Wolves In Them.

Blood Is The Rose Of Mysterious Union.

Music Inflames Temperament.

I Am Troubled, Immeasurably By Your Eyes. I Am Struck By The Feather Of Your Soft Reply. The Sound Of Glass Speaks Quick, Disdain And Conceals What Your Eyes Fight To Explain.

She Needed Cholly's Sins Desperately. The Lower He Sank, The Wilder And More Irresponsible He Became, The More Splendid She And Her Task Became. In The Name Of Jesus.

Blake Said That The Body Was The Soul's Prison Unless The Five Senses Are Fully Developed And Open. He Considered The Senses The 'windows Of The Soul.' When Sex Involves All The Senses Intensely, It Can Be Like A Mystical Experence.