I may be cynical when I say that very rarely is the beloved more than a shaping spirit for the lover's dreams.

“Reading's not a luxury, art's not a luxury. It's about your soul, and it's abou…”

“The grey city and its lost hearts force its way between myself and my healing.”

“She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face …”

“When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on t…”