The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
ArielHe'd learned long ago: perfection isn't what families are all about.
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and SweetHe loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.
I Long To Be The RiverWhat's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and JulietNot a single one of the cells that compose you knows who you are, or cares.
Sweet Dreams: Philosophical Obstacles to a Science of ConsciousnessBesides, unrequited love is one of those things that all teen-agers have to go through, right?
Sweet Evil