“Lick my finger so I can scan your table of contents- fuck the index- I yearn to ride your story line.”

“That night I wasn't reading your palm...I was monogramming my fingerprints on the sidewalks of your lifeline.”

“So I watch my sadness, gleaming in all of its soft pastel glory. And I listen to the arguments against my sanity. ”

“With you in my hand I can travel across the universe in one verse and skip moons to the tunes of Miles or Coltrane.”

“When I'm drunk with feeling and nature is drinking from my lips and we reflect each other in our atmospheres, then my words come effortlessly and my fingers go into labor...day or night. ”

“I marveled over the cosmic metaphors in my life. Found that all I needed to see and all I needed to know; all I needed to understand could be found in a constellation shaped like the Big Dipper.”

“When the door to my writing chamber gasps shut and the almost imperceptible sigh of a rose petal falls on my desk, I know that my muse is present.”