S: Seasons of Change
2: First Kiss | Her face is full of angles and bones; Our teeth click In a tangle of tongue and lip; Her eyes stare at my face, Seeing nothing in particular And certainly not me — Yet her eyes a full of dumb Adoration; Her fingers Touch my face and my lips, Touch my face and my lips, And she murmers, Your lips are divine — Divine! And I wonder if it is always
3: This heavy-breathing comic book, Tongue meeting tongue in a swirl of bacteria, The drunken hour of midnight Breathing nectar-flower language Supported by the electrical passion of music — And however I try To gloss her hair and her lips, To bring the conventions to my lips, I can't shut out The click, click, click Of teeth and of numbers — The computations and permutations Of the bitter angel, Analysis, The truthsayer who never sleeps.
4: Winston | Wishing the open space In the open room Next to the store Such a commutation without a Telescreen could Only double think or else extinction Not torched but changing actions
6: Rattling Banging The sounds of the print making machines Without the humans help It would be nothing
8: Sharing intimacy Like two humans Mated For life
10: Love | When love quietly appears As spring begins its journey Conquering us all
12: Love is not love Without a Telescreen Winking Glaring Staring At our every movement | Love is not love
14: "An open home, an open heart, here grows a bountiful harvest." - Judy Hand
17: Playing in the leaves! | The more you laugh, the longer you live.
18: Warm & Cozy
19: wonderland | Dashing Through the Snow
21: Home is where there's someone to love, and someone to love us.