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."

Curiosity, or The Art of Silent Conversation

You're a good friend.

Threads

He cut her loose, so he ran. He ran as hard as he could, through walls and corridors of open air freshness. He ran harder than he could, his muscles rushing forth to drag his ailing faltering body along. His lungs split at the seam, and his heart rode to his head.

She stood waiting when he turned the corner home, holding up to the glow of a streetlight one thread she hid away, so she'd always find him when he wasn't looking.

Priscilla

"News is, she's back in town again. All the boys are begging for her."

"And what about her?"

-

She just wants to pull at smokestrings, and decorate their pretty little skulls with pearl necklaces.