“ Tonight, I won't dream, because nobodyhas held me and no hands have strayed and eventhough I'm drunk with love, my arms are empty. Melissa Lee-Houghton
“ Ink marks the page/where you execute your will like a doe announcing an/ox-stern mate with a single, bleary blink. Melissa Lee-Houghton
“ I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin. Melissa Lee-Houghton
