In my opinion I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to one other in you my heart, the other.

In my opinion I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to one other in you my heart, the other.

Loafe I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best, Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat, Not words, not music or rhyme.

I mind exactly just how as we lay this type of clear summer time early morning, the way you settled the head athwart my sides and gently turn’d over upon me personally, And parted the top from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my foot. (más…)

Leer más