i love you there is
something undark
more
unseemingly possible
to speak which
makes your soul–
it the
noose which
hangs by all the nights and days
to be rough
to be wholly of
hard and unhard made;
it want it to touch
(as inside touches)
each small and trembling
****** of me;
and i want it to feel
(as valkyries feel)
hurt beautiful ugly and strong.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
i love you there is
something undark
more
unseemingly possible
to speak which
makes your soul–
it the
noose which
hangs by all the nights and days
to be rough
to be wholly of
hard and unhard made;
it want it to touch
(as inside touches)
each small and trembling
****** of me;
and i want it to feel
(as valkyries feel)
hurt beautiful ugly and strong.
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