...there's NO excuse for me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIV)
Mists haunt the sodden valley with a sense
I only finger, and you don't know, pale
As mere words ever are, how much in frail
Excuse I love your loving me, and thence
How badly I want: ALL. You won't from hence
Believe me, 'til you own aught inch, who'd hail
My kissing with "so THIS is Jenny--" scale
What you kin have, clothes on, and where's defense?
I'm NOT "in love," though oddly as it were
All YOURS upon the very instant you
Desire, as putty in your hands. But you're
So much a: man, which term denotes why "woo"
Is such a pretty thing is't? So then, stir
Me when you want, and whate'er shall I do?
14Oct17b
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
...there's NO excuse for me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIV)
Mists haunt the sodden valley with a sense
I only finger, and you don't know, pale
As mere words ever are, how much in frail
Excuse I love your loving me, and thence
How badly I want: ALL. You won't from hence
Believe me, 'til you own aught inch, who'd hail
My kissing with "so THIS is Jenny--" scale
What you kin have, clothes on, and where's defense?
I'm NOT "in love," though oddly as it were
All YOURS upon the very instant you
Desire, as putty in your hands. But you're
So much a: man, which term denotes why "woo"
Is such a pretty thing is't? So then, stir
Me when you want, and whate'er shall I do?
14Oct17b
You...words never shall manage to describe people in a very real sense.
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