I like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its b...
I do not know what it is about you that closes
So truly perfectly the skiesby merciful love whispered were,
deeds cannot dream what dreams can do
down with hell and heaven and all the religious fussinfinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us
Things which in my mind blossom will
Love is a deeper seasonthan reason;my sweet one
Guilt is the cause of more maraudersthan history's most obscene disauders
Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lap
And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.
Humanity i love you because youare perpetually putting the secret oflife in your pants and forgettingit's there and sitting downon itand because you areforever making poems in the lapof death Humanity...
life's not a paragraphAnd death i think is no parenthesis
The voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Let’s live suddenly without thinking.Let’s live like the light that kills.And let’s as silence,because Whirl’s after all:(after me) love, and after you.I occasionally feel vague howvague I don’t know...
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhereI go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my s...
For surely as each November has its April, mysteries only are significant; and one mystery-of-mysteries creates them all: nothing false and possible is love(who's imagined,therefore limitless)love's t...
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
As small as a world as large as alone.
I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.
Nothing the unjust man complained is just (or un- the just rejoined.