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[nny]

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn'd over upon me.
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone,and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart...

--Walt Whitman


ETA: <3

Comments

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

hey love, did you ever happen to send me a letter/card/postcard?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I seem to remember sending you a badge, yes, but I cannot for the life of me remember which it was. :-D

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

I feared that actually. This is what I got:



Along with an undeniable urge to cry my eyes out. I'm so angry, and so sorry. But thanks anyway.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

I TOLD you it was joyfully tinkly. :D