Most Sex Is Not Really Intimate.

In Any Triangle, Who Is The Betrayer, Who The Unseen Rival, And Who The Humiliated Lover? Oneself, Oneself, And No One But Oneself!

Birth Is The Start Of Loneliness And Loneliness The Start Of Poetry.

Sadly, Because Of The Enormous Gap Between Rich And Poor, Some Mothers Can Afford Helpers, But Many Can't. Those Who Can Would Be Kinder To Refrain From Criticizing Other Women.

We Write Poems / As Leaves Give Oxygen - / So We Can Breathe.

Driving Me Away Is Easier Than Saying Goodbye.