We two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going — North and South excursions making, Power enjoying — elbows stretching — fingers clutching, Arm’d and fearless — eating, drinking, sleeping, loving, No law less than ourselves owning—sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming — air breathing, water [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: men, poetry, vintage, Walt Whitman
