Glissading down toward
pottery...

It is a new day
when there are no...

He is a visitant upon my
forelegs...

I feel like I can see people, not turning away
when I see the quietness about them or the...

The sight of a church so large, resting
calmly so high above your eyes, mounted...

Collaring my wrist, taking veins
that murmur like violins...

You thought Sunday's were always
good for foot massages and being...

Forget that it's Sunday
that I am an impulsive naive girl...

No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession...

It's the sun that watches my back, wiping off
the drops of sweat with clean sweeps round my...

Have me reach your love beyond raven walls,
further than the lacuna of my query...

The ghosts of my thoughts and the shades
of the day tell me destiny is a lady...