A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell. I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
There is more here,
in this оne
hug,
and I know
you know
it
even if
you will not
acknowledge it.
I
will never hold
anyone else
the same way
again.
I want you flat оn your back. Helpless, tender, open with оnly me to help. And then I want you strong again. You’re not going to die. You might wish you’re going to die, but you’re not going to. You need to settle down a little.
I am оnly responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. оnly a fool would give out such a vital organ.
tell me all the things I need
to hear. tell me my heart
makes you kinder and my
laughter takes your breath away.
My lover has burning lips
and a row of sharp teeth when with laughter
he replies to the challenge of the world.
I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or оnly our skin -
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin.
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