"DeVINE; DeCARLO; & EROS."All in all...I don't know whether to weep for Adrian or slap the lilttle twit silly...
Should I greet you as if we had merely eaten together one night,
When the ghostly white birches dripped wet,
And lightning echoed on your walls ?
It is not love I'm asking !
Love comes from years of breathing skin to skin,
Tangled in each others dreams, until each night,
Weaves another thread, in the same web of blood and sleep.
And I have only passed through you quickly, like light,
And you have surrounded me suddenly, like flame.
The lake is cold, the snows are sudden,
The wild cherry bends, and winter's burden,
Do not, please, admonish me.....for things I've never done...
In your hand I feel spring burn in the bud.