The Daft, Demented, and Delirious

To make love against the thorns of the rose bush; Sharp thorns threaten to pierce delicate skin; same as love threatens to pierce the most delicate of souls. Love is both pleasure and pain. Love is bleeding.

Goodnight Mister Moon. Please let the darkness come tonight. We need rest Mister Moon. Our heart's will dance forever. Please let our minds run wild and free. Love and be loved Mister Moon. My soul and yours too. Goodnight Mister Moon.

And she clung to her vintage jar of sugar crystals; as she stood on the porch to watch the thunderstorm. There's pleasure in the grayness of heavy rain clouds.