I am only satisfied when it burns cold When the brittle edge of the chill Kisses heat’s searing mouth To the west, to the east, the north an

If, in love’s bitter afterglow you were to spread a sea of jewels at my feet and once more spray me with emphatic words of love and...

How many colours has my soul? Which one is the strongest? Which one is the weakest? Which one is the wicked? Which one has the power to...