There's Something To Be Said For Hunger:

We Understand More Than We Know.

Because You Are Never Here But Always There, I Forget Not You But What You Look Like You Drift Down The Street In The Rain, Your Face Dissolving, Changing Shape, The Colours Running Together My Walls Absorb You, Breathe You Forth Again, You Resume Yourself, I Do Not Recognize You You Rest On The Bed Watching Me Watching You, We Will Never Know Each Other Any Better Than We Do Now

But Some People Can't Tell Where It Hurts. They Can't Calm Down. They Can't Ever Stop Howling.

When Women Let Their Hair Down, It Means Either Sexiness Or Craziness Or Death, The Three By Victorian Times Having Become Virtually Synonymous.

I’m Not Sure Which Is Worse: Intense Feeling, Or The Absence Of It.