Sweet To Think On It,

Being Liberated Means Reading What You Want To Read, And Fantasizing About What You Want To Fantasize About.

The Only Pain In Pleasure Is The Pleasure Of The Pain.

It Seems An Insult To The Night To Speak Of Purpose And Intent, When This Common Moment Is So Brimming Full Of Blessed Design Tranquility. All Things Follow Their Course.

In The Chapel You Prayed To Be A Saint And Now I Will Make You A God.

For Several Long Moments We Remained Locked Together, And I Think I Covered Her Hair With Small Sacred Kisses, Her Perfume Crucifying Me With Memories.