Love Is A Clash Of

I Have Named You Queen. There Are Taller Than You, Taller. There Are Purer Than You, Purer. There Are Lovelier Than You, Lovelier. But You Are The Queen.

For Me Writing Is Like Breathing. I Could Not Live Without Breathing And I Could Not Live Without Writing.

I Love You As Certain Dark Things Are To Be Loved, In Secret, Between The Shadow And The Soul.

The Tomato Offers Its Gift Of Fiery Color And Cool Completeness.

And Our Problems Will Crumble Apart, The Soul / Blow Through Like A Wind, And Here Where We Live Will All Be Clean Again, With Fresh Bread On The Table.