This tiny line holds all the grand things we'll...
but you're too lustful...

All of these poems
beneath my skin...

Oh, my precious painter
you were always so beautiful...

I am sickened
by my own poetry...

I loved him
(still do...

The sun's rays are panting
like dry tongues...

I saw a young girl today,
probably about twelve...

I know it's getting late,
but I have no kisses to swallow...

Tonight heart feels unbearably glum
and my pen attempts to speak...

I quit romance!
I'm taking my love and my poetry...

There are no souls without substance
in need of a torso...

I keep expecting you
to dazzle me...