hate blows a bubble of despair....
 hate blows a bubble of dispair into
 hugeness world system universe and bang
 -fear buries a tomorrow under woe
 and up comes yesterday most green and young
 

 pleasure and pain are merely surfaces
 (one itself showing,itself hiding one)
 life's only and true value neither is
 love makes the little thickness of the coin
 

 comes here a man would have from madame death
 neverless now and without winter spring?
 she'll spin that spirit her own fingers with
 and give him nothing(if he should not sing)
 

 how much more than enough for both of us
 darling. And if i sing you are my voice,
 
 
 
 
 

i like my body when....
 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 fur, and what-is-it comes
 over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
 

 and possibly i like the thrill
 

 so under me you so quite new