You will come away bruised.You will come away bruisedbut this will give you poetry.

You can't quell depression by making love. But we tried. But we tried, oh, we did.

The reason for leaving sometimes is to return. Simply to return.

You may have learned from your mother or any other hunted woman. Smiling at devils is a useful learned thing. Swallowing discomfort down in spades. Holding it tight in your belly. Ageing on the inside only. Keeping it forever sexy.