“People like to warn you that by the time you reach the middle of your life, passion will begin to feel like a meal eaten long ago, which you remember with great tenderness.”

“in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.”

“i’m glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.”

“love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers”