It's You My Love, You Who Are

Reality Is One Of The Possibilities I Cannot Afford To Ignore

There Are A Few Things That Deal With Passion. There's Prozac.

I Don't Have Any Spiritual Strategy.

And I'll Dance With You In Vienna, I'll Be Wearing A River's Disguise. The Hyacinth Wild On My Shoulder My Mouth On The Dew Of Your Thighs. And I'll Bury My Soul In A Scrapbook, With The Photographs There And The Moss. And I'll Yield To The Flood Of Your Beauty, My Cheap Violin And My Cross.

I've Forgotten Most Of What I've Read And, Frankly, It Never Seemed Very Important To Me Or To The World.