Yes, Ok, and Alright.

I'll find you that.

But you'll have to find me there.

Tubes and Chutes

Earth in beauty dressed

awaits returning spring.

All true love must die,

Alter at the best

Into some lesser thing.

Prove that I lie.

Such body lovers have,

Such exacting breath,

That they touch or sigh.

Every touch they give,

Love is nearer death.

Prove that I lie.

Blanche

Your tears, they

singe my skin

and I

feel so fragile

tumbling in the wind.

Noir

He folds his fingers into the cracks in her face. She digs her nails into his sagging shoulders. There is a stillness of momentary concern, of feeling the pain wash in, and breathe out. It lasts for that moment.

"A piece of you for a piece of me?"

"Darling, I'm going to take all of you. and nothing will stop me."