Member Since: 8/16/2011
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The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them.
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, and dis-corrupt them and charge them full with the charge of the soul. Womanhood, and all that is a woman, and the man that comes from woman. The womb, the ****, nipples, breast milk, tears, laughter, weeping,love looks, love prodavations and risings. The voice, articulation, language, whispering, shouting aloud. Food, drink, pulse, digestion, sweat, sleep. Walking, swimming, poise on the hips. Weeping, reclining, embracing, arm curving and tightening. The continual change of the flex of the mouth, and around the eyes the skin, the sunburnt shade, freckles, hair. The curious sympathy one feels when feeling with the hand the naked need of the body. The circling rivers, the breath and breathing it in and out. The beauty of the waist and thence of the hips and thence downward towards the knees.
The thin red jellies within you or within me. The bones and the marrow and the bones, the exquisite realization of health.
Oh I say, these are not the parts and poems of the body only, but of the soul. Oh I say now, these are the soul.
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Metaphysical queen
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