“...I learn about the sacred in the everyday - I look in your face...”

“...I look out at the world through your transparent face...”

“...if you don't regard your word as a sacred covenant, then there is nothing in you I can honor ...”

“...how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...”

“...I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...”

“....my sacred landscape is the foothills of the stars - I go there often to sleep ...”

“...you know I wanted a Madonna, not a whore - I made you sacred offering you my words...”