...I'm a modern mountebank - I believe in Physiognomy - after all, we are in control of our face - it's the map of where we've been...
...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...
...don't think love is just an emotion - I am dangerous and you know it because I will do anything you ask me to do...
...words are so strong and I am so timid - my soul ignores warnings and I end up covered with your paint ...
...you think so logically...like a hawk soaring - I feel so chaotically...like a kite without a tail plummeting to earth...
...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...
...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...
...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...
...you do violence with your words if you force them - art is given - the words received, moment by moment from unseen hands - call it a Muse ...
...you fantasize about me reading my poems to you - it doesn't work that way - I write down everything later - living is not an after-thought...
......and not out of fear or loneliness, but only to find myself again... for we have come too far my Life, to turn back now...
...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...
...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...
...every time I look at you autumn leaves come in between - does it matter they're the color of your hair - or they still fall in my memory?...
...I got to love solitude - to see the Moon rise and set - I had time to watch it trace the window square across the wall in silent grace...
... paint in blue and black...sometimes gray - the colors of night - occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet ...
...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me...
...I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...
...I guess you're right - I am a priest - I offer sacrifices - so take this line, I want you to have something of mine...
...I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...
...all my life I prayed to a star – Later discovered it was Venus – I was praying to Aphrodite and wondering why she was sending me you -sad...
