Form Is Never More Than An Extension

I Know This Body Is Impatient. I Know I Constitute Only A Meager Voice And Mind. Yet I Loved, I Love. I Want No Sentimentality. I Want No More Than Home.

Comes The Time When It's Later And Onto Your Table The Headwaiter Puts The Bill

The Pattern Of The Narrative Never Of Necessity Wants To End, It Never Has To.

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.