She stayed beside me until I slept waveringly brilliantly hooded in diaphanous scarlet and occasionally she left an imperative written in lipstick on my dusty windowpane. BE AMOROUS she exhorted one night and another night BE MYSTERIOUS Some nights later she scribbled WHEN YOU BEGIN TO THINK YOU LOSE THE POINT.
Gold is pure but the mind is more precious unfortunately the mind doesnt always realize how is precious it is that it ends up becoming the slave to make gold without even knowing what it is choosing.
Do I dream you Or you dream me Or does someone something bigger than all - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - this beauteous calamity dream everything we see and more