Oh To Follow The Road That Leads

I Like On The Table, When We're Speaking, The Light Of A Bottle Of Intelligent Wine.

I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair.

There Is No Space Wider Than That Of Grief.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

Tell Me, Is The Rose Naked Or Is That Her Only Dress? Why Do Trees Conceal The Splendor Of Their Roots? Who Hears The Regrets Of The Thieving Automobile? Is There Anything In The World Sadder Than A Train Standing In The Rain?