whineluvr

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed realities are to melt from under your feet and hands;

Even now, your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners, troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,

Your true Soul and Body appear before me,

They stand forth out of affairsout of commerce, shops, law, science, work, forms, clothes, the house, medicine, print, buying, selling, eating, drinking, suffering, dying .

Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you, that you be my poem;

I whisper with my lips close to your ear,

I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.


I have been dilatory and dumb;

I should have made my way straight to you long ago;

I should have blabbd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing but you.

I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;

None have understood you, but I understand you;

None have done justice to youyou have not done justice to yourself;

None but have found you imperfectI only find no imperfection in you;

None but would subordinate youI only am he who will never consent to subordinate you;

I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.