In One Kiss, You'll Know All I

And What Has Become Of It, Where Is That Onetime Love? Now It Is The Grave Of A Bird, A Drop Of Black Quartz, A Chunk Of Wood Eroded By The Rain.

Love Is Not About Property, Diamonds And Gifts. It Is About Sharing Your Very Self With The World Around You.

Love Is Brief: Forgetting Lasts So Long.

I Was The Owner Of My Own Darkness.

I Have Never Thought Of My Life As Divided Between Poetry And Politics.