all that wet.

Crepe myrtle!
Isn’t there someone out
there who’ll give themselves
up to me
to be ruined?

Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

… before today my body was useless./ now it’s tearing at its square corners.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

I would love to make the Devil weep, if only I truly believed such a rogue existed; but how can something so tailored to 13th Century Europe’s concepts of ‘sin’ be anything more than the fever-dreams of sexually repressed, unwashed old men with bad teeth and syphilis?

I’ve been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots …

When someone says to me that great minds think alike I just look at them and think, ‘you depraved cum-bunny’ …

A lick of my lips reveals I’ve missed a bit of you.

Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.