Comes The Time When It's Later And

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

Moon, Moon, When You Leave Me Alone All The Darkness Is An Utter Blackness, A Pit Of Fear, A Stench, Hands Unreasonable Never To Touch. But I Love You. Do You Love Me. What To Say When You See Me.

O Love, Where Are You Leading Me Now?

The Pattern Of The Narrative Never Of Necessity Wants To End, It Never Has To.

I Know This Body Is Impatient. I Know I Constitute Only A Meager Voice And Mind. Yet I Loved, I Love. I Want No Sentimentality. I Want No More Than Home.