They told me never to stick my finger in a light socket. They warned me about invisible forces capable of doing me great harm. Then I saw you and the light went on. I got this idea. I stuck my finger in the socket and you turned me on. #
Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose. Ninety-Eighth Rose Will you marry me? Someday when we are old and no…
Tango Ninety-Eight Do not deny me. I am not the man standing before you. I am the spirit within yourself, the elegant, insistent, utter devotion to your pulse. Fast or slow, in or toward the stars. I am your self made whole. Tango Ninety-Nine Remain soft. Many men want to dance with you. Many…