...You are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...
After life has broken you open, perhaps you may create art.
...Authority is the unmistakeable tone in the voice of a true writer...
...You won't age? I promise you this - your hands will go shiny and transparent and at the slightest bruise they'll bleed...
From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams.
... The house is on fire, but go ahead - finish painting the verandah...
...Dark embers smolder inside me - one touch and they flare - who would have thought memory combustible, or near you bright sparks appear?...