You smile and each tooth is a prayer. You only speak to those who hurry into the dark and dewy night to catch the moon of your grin.
"Summer is Incumen In" (also known as "Summer Has Come In") (1902) (detail) by Herbert Arnould Olivier (1861-1952).
I change too fast: my today refutes my yesterday. I often skip steps when I climb: no step forgives me that. When I am at the top I always find myself alone.
Some souls one will never discover unless one invents them first.-Nietzche
You flow for me almost too violently, fountain of pleasure. And I must still learn to approach you more modestly: all-too-violently my heart still flows toward you- my heart, upon which my summer burns, short, hot, melancholy, overblissful: how my summer-heat craves your coolness.-Nietzche