“Alpenglow”:“Even the rainbow never dreamed of this:The touch of lastlight on snowy shoulders,The kiss of dawn on crystal lips,A rush of rarest red welling up to fill the mighty skyWith splendor.”

“As artist Nature splashes color across the vast canvas of the sky withthe radiance and splendor of sunrise and sunset.She arches rainbows against the passing storm, creates flowers and foliage,sets autumn woods on fire with the beauty of turning leavesand touches mountaintops with snow crystals.”

“I like such kisses. They fill the mouth and leave the body free. To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.”

“Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.”

“Their hands never touched, not even in an accidental brushing, and that was a good thing, for real intimacy has a dawn.”

“I collapse in bed and fall asleep with me other hand clasped around the blue rubber band. And I dream about blue eyes and blue nails and first-kiss lips dusted with blue sugar crystals.”