;in the event of rain, stay indoors. out for quick skate, but then more indoors. study the lines on her face.
quality time in front of a machine. write seldomly. dream a little dream. read. watch movies and dvd tv.
make love in time of war. swimming pools in january. anchor yourself at home. rest up for another day.
and the book says "we may be through with the past but the past ain't through with us"
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PASSIONATE NIGHTS LET US ENJOY
Passionate nights of steaming love
Let us enjoy, because
The end is nearing fast enough
Nor we forestall it thus:
But actions of my government
Give rise to enemies
That may well harbor the intent
To ruin such times as these.
Bombing a people to a rubble
Does not engender love,
While--in a world so rife with trouble
Where every day is rough--
It seems we can do little more
Than keep some love alive
Domestic--even though the roar
Of hatred war does drive.
It is but moonlight (or a streetlamp)
Now filters through the window,
While naked flesh-on-flesh so we tramp
In joy--but not a sin do:
I press, caress, and you return
With heaving sighs, the same:
It is a passion, so we burn
Without a sense of shame.
So I will play, and kiss those parts
Of you, a joy to know--
Not quite communion of true hearts
But pleasure, even so.
Ah, words need not report, in detail
What I do, as so makes
Your body writhe--not come by retail,
But joy it is awakes,
Fantastic wild the ecstasy,
But we need not report it,
Wild naked, sweet gentility:
The editors can sort it.
These pleasures are but born of love:
We pray to God our tithe;
But elsewhere rude conditions shove
And other bodies writhe.
The spurting is from blood released,
A body truly dying,
While policy is but appeased,
Unto our own guilt tying;
For ours the government has done
Egregious harm against
Innocents--why, beneath the sun
Was ever war commenced?
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