...into night. They are not mine, they are their own, and they do with me what they will. I faithfully follow them into poems and sing them into songs.
Rings? or Dice...
What is love but speculation? A risk, a gamble, a shot--
It can't escape fear of betrayal. Regret, disappointment, doubt--
Becomes unbound by uncertainty... Liability, hazard, hope--
When it's her purest vulnerability To be candid, ready, held.
