Being In The Library Is

A Person Didn’t Need To Be Beautiful, They Just Needed To Be Loved. But I Couldn’t Help Wanting It. If That Was The Way I Could Be Loved, To Be Beautiful, I’d Take It

Inside Every Human Being, There Is Unlimited Time And Space.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.

We Have No Home, She Told Me. I Am Your Home.