just stories
beauty beauty beauty how i throw myself on your breast and i speak only in superlatives because i am the people's warrior and these are the only words that make any sense
and it's all just stories and it's the only imperative in all of all there is that you tell the story of love
it's the story you've always been telling when you bought wine and cigarettes and walked to the bus stop and watched your boys and despaired as much as one may do so that you only ever told the story of love of longing of yearning of needing of pining to be the image of one who hears the words you are everything
so drink and love and fall and love and do and love and love and love and love
and may you never ever believe the shift means anything at all other than love
please always understand you are more precious than anything in you is the power to change the course of history with love it's the only fucking thing that makes sense and how happily you will surrender your intellect and your body if you knew for certain for positive for absolute positive that doing so would wrap you and anyone who ever came before or after in perfect love it's not even a debate
so throw yourself at love give everything you can hold at love
and when you walk down the street know you are the giver of every perfection through your perfect love and never stop making love to your perfect love