Translucent mould of me personally it will probably be you! Shaded ledges and rests it will probably be you! Firm colter that is masculine will probably be you! Whatever would go to the tilth of me personally it will probably be you! You my rich bloodstream! Your milky stream pale strippings of my entire life! Breast that presses against other breasts it will probably be you! My mind it will probably be your convolutions that are occult! Reason behind wash’d sweet-flag! Timorous pond-snipe! Nest of guarded duplicate eggs! It will probably be you! Mix’d tussled hay of mind, beard, brawn, it will be you! Trickling sap of maple, fibre of manly wheat, it will be you! Sun therefore large it will probably be you! Vapors illumination and shading my face it will probably be you! You brooks that are sweaty dews it shall be you! Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me personally it will probably be you! Broad muscular industries, branches of real time oak, loving lounger during my winding paths, it will probably be you! Hands I have taken, face we have kiss’d, mortal we have actually ever touch’d, it will probably be you.
We dote with joy, I cannot tell how my ankles bend, nor whence the cause of my faintest wish, Nor the cause of the friendship I emit, nor the cause of the friendship I take again on myself, there is that lot of me and all so luscious, Each moment and whatever happens thrills me.
That we walk up my stoop, we pause to think about me more than the metaphysics of books if it really be, A morning-glory at my window satisfies.
To behold the day-break! The little light fades the immense and diaphanous shadows, The atmosphere tastes good to my palate.
Hefts associated with the world that is moving innocent gambols silently rising freshly exuding, Scooting obliquely high and low.
One thing I cannot see puts upward libidinous prongs, Seas of bright juice suffuse heaven. Continue reading “Another it shall be the spread of my own body, or any part of it, if I worship one thing more than”