because i love you) last night
clothed in sealace
appered to me
your mind drifting
with chuckling rubbish
of pearl weed coral and stones;
lifted, and(before my
eyes sinking) inward, fled; softly
your face smile breasts gargled
by death: drowned only
again carefully through deepness to rise
these your wrists
thighs feet hands
poising
to again utterly disappear;
rushing gently swiftly creeping
through my dreams last
night, all of your
body with its spirits floated
(clothed only in
The tide's acute weaving murmur
e.e.cummings
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