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i loved chris muller that year 1

Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and […]

i needed to see your lips 4

I never had you, nor will I have you ever, I daresay. A couple of words, a closeness as in the bar two days ago, and nothing else. It is, I don’t deny it, a pity. But we who belong to Art sometimes — with intensity of mind, and of course only for a little […]

i am not what you supposed, but far different 1

But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any        person for miles around approach unawares, Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or       some quiet island, Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you, With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss or the […]

here is the deepest secret nobody knows 2

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i 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 sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon […]

the stay of your secure firm dry embrace 1

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined      Half of the night with our old friend           Who’d showed us in the end      To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.           Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, […]

if you’re going to say “I lived”. . . 1

Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example– I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, […]

a happy new year 0

A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I’ve played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year. Back from Christmas break, Happy New Year to all from Woolf […]

for the one I love most lay sleeping by me 6

WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy; But the day when I rose at dawn […]

is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? 4

Is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? Only with eyes closed can I trace outlines, a slight raise on my unmarked skin (even in creases: inner elbows, between fingers and toes). The designs always familiar but too abstract to identify. I mean, can one be widowed by the living? Carting the blank stone […]

i like my body when it is with your 2

i like my body when it is with your body. 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 spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i […]

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