I remember when our bodies lay mellifluous and still.The velvety blue moonlight shone through the sillLike soft shoes on sand,Burnishing our bodiesBeneath its masterful hands;Restoring us. When the color of corn flowers Waved through panes,Of refracting cellophane,Settling in like a filter,Supple and untamed,Abstaining from all persuasion. When you bulleted reports ofCream soda and football da...

 It's not love until you make me hate your guts. I might say that love is some trick of the mind into making you mate, That it is merely a chemical...