Enter this gentlestcaressrevealing the warm naked softness deepness of your eyes confessesso sensuous and soft a stormwith memories of forever consumm..
I had a vision of the nightthrough dawning of the day:one first was blackwithout the white,arms wrapped around the clay.one whitewith blackened heart ..
I travelled on along the roadand crossed the streamso many times...meandering onthrough fields of limes,to meet the mighty mystic toad...who looked on..
This word is silent except for thosewho want to hearThis speaking is outside the wordsThis spirit is conveyed and touchesbut nevercontained or kept.Th..
Youth runs withthe will to beat the oddsand did you too thinkit was a game ...and that you had founda way to win?what now your suretywhen it is over....
And suddenly,as though concerned,I wonder...did you escape?... would it not be better if a man did not thinkon his feet, it is so much of a burdenafte..