O Love, Where Are You Leading Me

For Love - I Would Split Open Your Head And Put A Candle In Behind The Eyes.

The Lady Has Always Moved To The Next Town And You Stumble On After Her.

My Love's Manners In Bed Are Not To Be Discussed By Me

Suddenly The Whole Imagination Of Writing And Editorial And Newspaper And All These Presumptions About Who Am I Reading This, And Who Else Other People May Be, And All That, It's So Grimly Brutal!

There Are A Lot Of Editorials That Have Nothing To Do With Anything Like That. But I Was Just Thinking Of That Sense Of Prose As Being Very Responsible And Perceptive, Thoughtful, Intimate, And Contriving A Quote Statement.