Open To Me, So That I May

You Dance Inside My Chest, Where No One Sees You.

I Don’t Know Why; When I Look At You, I See Myself

The Work Of Magic Is This, That It Breathes And At Every Breath Transforms Realities.

There Are No Edges To My Loving Now.

Lovers Have Heartaches That Can't Be Cured By Drugs Or Sleep, Or Games, But Only By Seeing Their Beloved.