Breast that presses against other breasts it shall be you!
I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green.
Births have brought us richness and variety, And other births will bring us richness and variety.I beat and pound for the dead, I blow through my embouchures my loudest and gayest for them.Do you take it I would astonish?Firm masculine colter it shall be you!I do not press my fingers across my mouth, I keep as delicate around the bowels as around the head and heart, Copulation is no more rank to me than death.Did you fear some scrofula out of the unflagging pregnancy?Is he waiting for civilization, or past it and mastering it?Night of south winds-night of the large few stars!O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom, I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.Smile, for your lover comes.A tenor large and fresh as the creation fills me, lokale seksuelle overgripere The orbic flex of his mouth is pouring and filling me full.Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself?33 Space and Time!One of that centripetal and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like man leaving charges before a journey.I teach straying from me, yet who can stray from me?
From the rocks of the river, swinging and chirping over my head, Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush, Lighting on every moment of my life, Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them.