“Breath wearing thin the accents of a tongue which has / wandered many places, a vagrant love of one’s lost innocence / embracing the embraceless thing for…”

“A painter tainting my brush with / all the blood of the sainted, your / mouth is a stain filthying love’s / taste when I lay my tongue…”

“Philosophy is to keep silent or say something better than / silence, the unkindest of sciences one always wants to be / finding himself by while working…”

“Hidden since the beginning of the world behind / closed temple doors, no incense on the / altar, no fire in the hearth, gag spiteful tongues and…”

“On love fed in melting snow, doubt flowing / out of me in crisis, I speak / in absolutes but am I speaking the / truth? ‘Don’t go…”