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Song of my Soul

The form of youth without blemish, is not such the form divine?
Children of love, today I will sing my song to you!
 
Under the sky in the hot noon-beam, in the water-meadow,
The sound of the rushing fall;
We two alone together screen’d by the trees and the thicket;
Naked the lecherous urchin, the slim beautiful boy,
Naked myself, dark, muscled like a god, the hardy enduring man;
He a fully form’d human being in his way,
Myself a fully form’d human being in my way;
No patronage between us, mutual respect, two equal persons;
He knowing the universe, I knowing the universe, equal together;
I having every whit as much to learn from him as he from me;
From him to me, from me to him, reciprocal sexual spiritual love.
 
No word needed, scarce ev’n a glance, mystically
Limbs interlace, bodies interpenetrate,
Spirits coalesce.
(He scarce needs to be there, ’tis in Imagination’s realm true lovers meet.)
O burning tongue and hot lips of me exploring my love!
Lave his throat with the bubbling fountain of my verse!
Drench him! Slake his loins with it, most eloquent!
Leave no part, no crevice unexplored; delve deep, my minstrel tongue!
Let our juices flood and mingle! Let the prophetic lava flow!
Drink deep of love, the pair of us, O sacramental communion,
As our souls meet and melt!
The sweat of our armpits runneth down upon our breasts.
Be our bodies sealed together, part they with a smack!
I will be father and mother at once to thee, my son, thou shalt feed from my bosom.
And you shall be mother and father to me, and give me to suck my honey’d inspiration from your right nipple and from your left.
You shall leave no portion of me untasted, I will become fluid for your sake.
I will feed you spiritually with a stuff that shall make a man of you,
With the milk of divine manhood will I satisfy your soul.
Quick, your lips under my poetic dug,
My own soul’s calf, pull, pull. Well out the manly hymns!
For I am he that shall fill your young veins with the seeds of all futurity.
The form of youth without blemish, is not such the form divine?
Children of love, today I will sing my song to you!
Under the sky in the hot noon-beam, in the water-meadow,
The sound of the rushing fall;
We two alone together screen’d by the trees and the thicket;
Naked the lecherous urchin, the slim beautiful boy,
Naked myself, dark, muscled like a god, the hardy enduring man;
He a fully form’d human being in his way,
Myself a fully form’d human being in my way;
No patronage between us, mutual respect, two equal persons;
He knowing the universe, I knowing the universe, equal together;
I having every whit as much to learn from him as he from me;
From him to me, from me to him, reciprocal sexual spiritual love.
No word needed, scarce ev’n a glance, mystically
Limbs interlace, bodies interpenetrate,
Spirits coalesce.
(He scarce needs to be there, ’tis in Imagination’s realm true lovers meet.)
O burning tongue and hot lips of me exploring my love!
Lave his throat with the bubbling fountain of my verse!
Drench him! Slake his loins with it, most eloquent!
Leave no part, no crevice unexplored; delve deep, my minstrel tongue!
Let our juices flood and mingle! Let the prophetic lava flow!
Drink deep of love, the pair of us, O sacramental communion,
As our souls meet and melt!
The sweat of our armpits runneth down upon our breasts.
Be our bodies sealèd together, part they with a smack!
I will be father and mother at once to thee, my son, thou shalt feed from my bosom.
And you shall be mother and father to me, and give me to suck my honey’d inspiration from your right nipple and from your left.
You shall leave no portion of me untasted, I will become fluid for your sake.
I will feed you spiritually with a stuff that shall make a man of you.
With the milk of divine manhood will I satisfy your soul.
Quick, your lips under my poetic dug,
My own soul’s calf, pull, pull. Well out the manly hymns!
For I am he that shall fill your young veins with the seeds of all futurity.
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