Once, there was an old dizzy man who read poetry to me all night long, his hands shaking, his eyes crying. I bowed my head; it was too rich, too rare, too much to stomach.
Once a teenage girl told me her surreptitious ugly truth, her confession repulsed me; I lost the remainder of my innocence that afternoon.
Once I saw a young girl standing in an open upstairs window, her auburn hair blowing in the soft breeze, she held out a slender finger, a tiny bird lit there, she smiled lovingly, and I have never forgotten her face.
Once, ecstasy overcame me, my body betrayed me, my full breasts exploded and formed the milky way within my lovers eyes.
Once I kissed an angel goodnight, and morning never came, I have yet to see morning.