Hopefully, I Write What I Don't Know.

Comes The Time When It's Later And Onto Your Table The Headwaiter Puts The Bill

Love, If You Love Me, Lie Next To Me. Be For Me, Like Rain, The Getting Out Of The Tiredness, The Fatuousness, The Semi- Lust Of Intentional Indifference. Be Wet With A Decent Happiness.

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

It Is Hard Going To The Door Cut So Small In The Wall Where The Vision Which Echoes Loneliness Brings A Scent Of Wild Flowers In The Wood.

What Has Happened Makes The World. Live On The Edge, Looking.