I guess, to you, I'll always harbor
shadows of kohl and light trails...

''Sometimes we wish things were different. Some...
This age is graceless, Sir...

You once told me that my heart
will, in time, ripen and redden, too...

You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue...

Sometimes I wish my heart
would grow white columns and...

(I dream, sir, of the routes of my childhood
of braiding my hair...

If I flatten my lips,
in prayer...

For centuries
they've trapped you...

They questioned my sanity
for I feared not...

Place me,
a stone nymph...