Touch you with my mind.)Touch you,that is all, Touch you and touch and touch until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene Hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. The sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,Īnd I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
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Your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. “Delight in Disorder” by Robert HerrickĪ sweet disorder in the dressKindles in clothes a wantonness A lawn about the shoulders thrownInto a fine distraction An erring lace, which here and thereEnthrals the crimson stomacher A cuff neglectful, and therebyRibands to flow confusedly A winning wave, deserving note,In the tempestuous petticoat A careless shoe-string, in whose tieI see a wild civility:Do more bewitch me, than when artIs too precise in every part. My curles about her neck did crawl, And arms and hands they did enthrall: So that she could not freely stir, (All parts there made one prisoner.) But when I crept with leaves to hide Those parts, which maids keep unespied, Such fleeting pleasures there I took, That with the fancy I awoke And found (Ah me!) this flesh of mine More like a Stock, than like a Vine. About her head I writhing hung, And with rich clusters (hid among The leaves) her temples I behung: So that my Lucia seem’d to me Young Bacchus ravisht by his tree.
Methought, her long small legs & thighs I with my Tendrils did surprise Her Belly, Buttocks, and her Waste By my soft Nerv’lits were embraced. Was Metamorphoz’d to a Vine Which crawling one and every way Enthralled my dainty Lucia. You lay beside me your hand moved over my face as though you had felt it also- you must have known, then, how I wanted you. It will run its course, the course of fire, setting a cold coin on the forehead, between the eyes. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end- I drew the gown over my head a red flush covered my face and shoulders.
I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Then you kissed me - I felt hot wax on my forehead. “The Encounter” by Louise GlückĪnd sat staring at me. If certain, when this life was out - That yours and mine, should be - I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind, And take Eternity - But now, uncertain of the length Of this, that is between, It goads me, like the Goblin Bee - That will not state - its sting. If I could see you in a year, I’d wind the months in balls - And put them each in separate Drawers, For fear the numbers fuse - If only Centuries, delayed, I’d count them on my Hand, Subtracting, till my fingers dropped Into Van Dieman’s Land. I’d brush the Summer by With half a smile, and half a spurn, As Housewives do, a Fly. “If You Were Coming in the Fall” by Emily Dickinson Was like a double death, Swift dying Of our mingled breath, Evaporation Of an unknown strange perfume Between us quickly In a naked Room.
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