Romantic poets, Nietzsche, Faulkner keep
Me company--their company I like,
Embrace, find dear--these minds that always strike
My mind. They make it dance and curl and leap
In ecstasy. I rise to angel-heights
Of light that's threatening to kill my cave
Where shadows once were seen as real--I'll save
My body-soul in tensions of delights.
The ecstasy of body feels the call
Of reproductive bliss, my body warm,
Responding to her touch, the feather-fall
Of fingers, lips, and love, our body's form.
My body-mind entwines--I don't dismiss
Where minds touch mind in reproductive bliss.
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