Think of two people living together day after day year after year in this small space standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs shaving in front of the same small bathroom mirror constantly jogging jostling bumping against each others bodies by mistake or on purpose sensually aggressively awkwardly impatiently in rage or in love think what deep though invisible tracks they must leave everywhere behind them

I know...and I love you. But I dont think we love each other in the same way. And...I think keeping you near me would destroy me.

Do any of us except in our dreams truly expect to be reunited with our hearts deepest loves even when they leave us only for minutes and on the most mundane of errands No not at all. Each time they go from our sight we in our secret hearts count them as dead. Having been given so much we reason how could we expect not to be brought as low as Lucifer for the staggering presumption of our love

Love waits patiently. In the lobby. Ill be with you as soon as I can.

Love is the kind of thing thats already happening by the time you notice it thats how it works and no matter how old you get that doesnt change. Except that you can break it up into two entirely distinct types -- love where theres an end in sight and love where there isnt.

Shut uplet me tell you LET ME. Every time I look at your face or even remember it it wrecks me. And the way you are with me and youre just fun and you shit all over me and you make fun of me and youre real. I dont have enough time in any day to think about you enough...I dont even think about women anymore. I think about you.

God is love she said. And he respects love whether its between a parents and child a man and woman or friends. I dont think he cares about religion one little bit. Live your life right. Love with all your heart. Dont hurt others and help those in need. That is all you need to know. And dont worry about heaven. If it exists youll be welcome.

So many days oh so many daysseeing you so tangible and so closehow do I pay with what do I payThe bloodthirsty springhas awakened in the woods.The foxes start from their earthsthe serpents drink the dewand I go with you in the leavesbetween the pines and the silenceasking myself how and whenI will have to pay for my luck.Of everything I have seenits you I want to go on seeingof everything Ive touchedits your flesh I want to go on touching.I love your orange laughter.I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.What am I to do love loved oneI dont know how others loveor how people loved in the past.I live watching you loving you.Being in love is my nature.You please me more each afternoon.Where is she I keep on askingif your eyes disappear.How long shes taking I think and Im hurt.I feel poor foolish and sadand you arrive and you are lightningglancing off the peach trees.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.Thats why I love you and yet not why.There are so many reasons and yet so fewfor love has to be soinvolving and generalparticular and terrifyingjoyful and grievingflowering like the starsand measureless as a kiss.

Hes around the twist said Azalea. Breaking all the windows Hes mad.Ah no said the King. Its only madness if you actually do it. If you want to break all the windows in the house and drown yourself in a bucket but dont actually do it well thats love.

Sometimes you know in your heart you love someone but you have to go away before your head can figure it out.