“...yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...”

“...maybe I am just your priest - or a churl - perhaps you mistrust me the way the medievals mistrusted monks...”

“... only a seer or a lover would know that I'm making a jewelry of words for you -drawn from your essence -to flash and burn with your fire -so you can bedazzle with your own light ...”

“...yes I understand your spells—your sex magic—at least, I know this: all lights dim when you walk in...”

“...A madeleine moment - a sound, a scent can incant her presence...”

“...take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...”

“...I don't want security - to be self-assured - I want to risk my heart in making your portrait and be paid the wages of your devotion...”