I don't usually pray.
But tonight, the hospital was crowded...

We were right here billions of years ago,
lost in thought, making love on the same land...

I still find comfort
in the way you run your fingers...

Women like you
are lonely...

It took me
no second thought...

You have come through.
This is the noise of cars...

You learnt to turn your fingertips
into curves of light...

Every night, her
nostrils search for...

It's a new year, so
let's celebrate...

It's been six years, one month
and fourteen days since the last...

Don't make promises you
can't keep, because...

You are waves of guilt,
looking unsullied and sky blue...