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 new husband’s kiss,

For I am the new husband and I am the comrade.

Text: Walt Whitman,
Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand (excerpt), 1881-82

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