Don't Dwell On What Has Passed Away

When You Stop Thinking About Yourself All The Time, A Certain Sense Of Repose Overtakes You.

How Bitter Were The Prozac Pills Of The Last Few Hundred Mornings

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

Dance Me To Your Beauty With A Burning Violin Dance Me Through The Panic 'til I'm Gathered Safely In Lift Me Like An Olive Branch And Be My Homeward Dove Dance Me To The End Of Love

Although Only One Man May Be Receiving The Favors Of A Woman, All Men In Her Presence Are Warmed.