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i am afraid that if i open myself i will not stop pouring. (why do i fear becoming a river. what mountain gave me such shame.)

I am filled with a kind wildness.

may I never lose that terror that keeps me brave

Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.

When you get to know someone, there comes a point where their physical attributes begin to disappear before your very eyes. You become enveloped in their energy, recognize the smell of their skin. You see the actual person, not the shell.