You seemed to have that leisure to walk about sweetly when I was with you, honey-singing the reward for the intensity of emotion you lunged about in. Nothing seemed like it was going to hurt or harm anyone, even while I was going nuts between the legs.

Only fragments of their lives survive, like broken Sapphos. I have known them, alleged killer of themselves for the love of a man., but we know this is an invention. The leader of a whole guild of girls, who wrote 7 books of poems. What happened to them

Yes, ordinary people come out of the day at day’s end, out of a park or orchard, a pleasure garden large, squeezed out of paradise, of something very large, and things torn away go shooting by and are received in the deep annals of omission. Separat

Whatever it was I had for you came straight out of terrible desire. I thought I was wise beforehand, shrewd, knowing all, everything, but I was wise unto numbness between my legs, if you want the truth. Receiving and containing your deliciousness before

The revolution. It found me, and I didn’t even get blown by the bomb.

Zappa, Santana, Hendrix.

Bruce Springsteen begins singing from the loud speaker he was bruised and battered and couldn’t tell what he felt.

There was that time he decided to avoid the whole situation by getting off the bus early.