Your midnight passion, your pleasure, your place..

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,  in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

The first day I saw you, I felt and believed you perverse, decadent. And apart from our personal experience, which is neither perverse nor decadent, I still feel in you an immense yielding, so that one feels there is no limit to you, to what you might be or do - that is decadence - an absence of boundary - a perverse yielding, limitless in experience.

There must always be books, and red dresses to read them in

That album

And a day which had started so terribly drearily

Understand, I’ll slip quietly away from the noisy crowd when I see the pale stars rising, blooming, over the oaks. I’ll pursue solitary pathways through the pale twilit meadows, with only this one dream: You come too.

And all I wanted was a sliver to call mine

There isn’t much in this world i truly believe in,

No truly great thing is created suddenly.