The Men Of God Are Like Fishes

In Your Light I Learn How To Love. In Your Beauty, How To Make Poems. You Dance Inside My Chest Where No-one Sees You, But Sometimes I Do, And That Sight Becomes This Art.

Either Give Me More Wine Or Leave Me Alone.

Whosoever Knoweth The Power Of The Dance, Dwelleth In God.

Love Is The Cure, For Your Pain Will Keep Giving Birth To More Pain Until Your Eyes Constantly Exhale Love As Effortlessly As Your Body Yields Its Scent.

The Day You Were Born, A Ladder Was Set Up To Help You Escape This World.