Innocence Is A Kind Of Insanity

For God's Sake Stop Making People In Your Image. Harry Was Real. He Wasn't Just Your Hero And My Lover. He Was Harry. He Was In A Racket. He Did Bad Things. What About It? He Was The Man We Knew.

At One With The One, It Didn't Mean A Thing Besides A Glass Of Guinness On A Sunny Day.

There Is A Point Of No Return, Unremarked At The Time, In Most Lives.

And When We Love Our Sin Then We Are Damned Indeed.

Sometimes I Get So Tired Of Trying To Convince Him That I Love Him And Shall Love Him For Ever. He Pounces On My Words Like A Barrister And Twists Them. I Know He Is Afraid Of That Desert Which Would Be Around Him If Our Love Were To End, But He Can't Realise That I Feel Exactly The Same. What He Says Aloud, I Say To Myself Silently And Write It Here.