Prodigal, you have given me love-therefore I to you give love!
For it the nebula cohered to an orb, The long slow strata piled to rest it on, Vast vegetables gave it sustenance, Monstrous sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it with care.A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive to my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling wickedness, ears finely registrerede sexforbrydere chicago cut, flexibly moving.Whoever degrades another degrades me, And whatever is done or said returns at last.I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.Sprouts take and accumulate, stand by the curb prolific and vital, Landscapes projected masculine, full-sized and golden.I am a free companion, I bivouac by invading watchfires, I turn the bridgroom out of bed and stay with the bride myself, I tighten her all night to my thighs and lips.
Come now I will not be tantalized, you conceive too much of articulation, Do jeg velhavende kvinde, som ønsker at blive gift you not know O speech how the buds beneath you are folded?
I dilate you with tremendous breath, I buoy you up, Every room of the house do I fill with an arm'd force, Lovers of me, bafflers of graves.
Mix'd tussled hay of head, beard, brawn, it shall be you!
The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
Vivas to those who have fail'd!
The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work.Winds whose soft-tickling genitals rub against me it shall be you!I am the mash'd fireman with breast-bone broken, Tumbling walls buried me in their debris, Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades, I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels, They have clear'd the beams away, they.By, walt Whitman, i celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.The beards of the young men glisten'd with wet, it ran from their long hair, Little streams pass'd all over their bodies.33 Space and Time!O unspeakable passionate love.Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web.1900 Comment on DayPoems?Through me the afflatus surging and surging, through me the current and index.Did it make you ache so, leaving me?5 I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you, And you must not be abased to the other.The boy I love, the same becomes a man not through derived power, but in his own right, Wicked rather than virtuous out of conformity or fear, Fond of his sweetheart, relishing well his steak, Unrequited love or a slight cutting him worse than sharp.