I stare at this crimson sea,
Whats this a beautiful maiden it seems,
I see the shadow from the depths,
Long flowing hair, my mind is swept,
My eyes do not believe, perhaps they only deceive?
ripples surface, its true…
she’s beautiful, This feeling so new,
She stares into my eyes…
Hypnotizing, her love is not advised,
a temptress of sorts,
With beauty only a fool would deny,
foolish perhaps but those are the ones that perhaps survive.
She beckons me to the waters edge,
I humbly kneel, to this beauty my heart I shall pledge,
her desires are clear, she wants that of crimson,
she reaches out, she grabs my hand,
slowly she immerses it, underneath those depths.
I see what she’s doing, but I care not,
slowly She pulls me into the water…
there’s no fight to be fought.
She wants my life she may have it,
Given without hesitation, she pulls me under this crimson sea,
holding me tight I’m suffocating,
With on final breath, my words escape me,
one kiss as I die is laid upon a mermaids lips,
here we sink, one moment of bliss,
could you resist that of a mermaids kiss?
I am he that walks with the tender and growing night,
I call to the earth and sea half-held by the night.
Press close bare-bosom’d night–press close magnetic nourishing night!
Night of south winds–night of the large few stars!
Still nodding night–mad naked summer night.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!
Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees!
Earth of departed sunset–earth of the mountains misty-topt!
Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue!
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake!
Far-swooping elbow’d earth–rich apple-blossom’d earth!
Smile, for your lover comes.
Prodigal, you have given me love–therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love.
I cannot promise that I will not become frustrated when you leave me and the world seems to fall apart around me. I cannot promise that I will not curse those who sent you when the dryer breaks, and the transmission needs to be replaced, and the dog eats the couch all in the same week – most likely the week after you deploy. Read more
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
e. e. cummings
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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new