“Love is not a feeling in your chest; it is bending down to wash another's feet.”

“I bought salvation from a man on the street. He said, "Go down to the beach and let the waves wash your feet.”

“Real love is to offer your life at the feet of another.”

“Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree.Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes of what comes after death. Is being fled from what bends down in pain. The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup.The worst is yet to dream you up,so bend down the intrigueyou dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree.Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of beinglessforever. So bend. Bend down and kiss what you see.”

“Love has been buried forever under the leaves at my feet. I lie down on the ground and rest my head on my bag. The grass tickles my arms where I bend the stalks under my neck.I want to sleep.”

“ His feet come unfrozen and he moves the rest of the way across the floor. His eyes are wet and shiny as he bends down and gives me a kiss on the cheek. ”