Looking for the womanfrom my dream last night.Her eyes were the Cuyahoga River,and her touch wasthe first drop of unfrozen rain to fall on your shoulderin the beginning of Spring.
The universe is liquid;it fits any container.The universe fitsin a fieldand we play a pick-upgame of football.The universe fitsin a blade of grass on a field,drinking the dew thatforms on its shaded face.The universe fitsin a football;what joy it is to bekicked around!The universe fitsin the cells of a blade of grass,
Friend, there are certain sounds I love at night,like the ongoing opera of the crickets,the one-note sonata of an owl in a nearby tree,or, should I be lying by the lake, the furiousbut curiously calming encroachment and retreatof the waves, or even the primal, contagious howlsof a thousand wild adolescents at Nelson Ledges,shouting all night like lemurs,their brains too stuffed with serotonin to sleep.But the noises your lover makes with youwould not be welcome to my earswere it noon in the middle of summer, let alone midnight,then one-ten, two-thirty, three-fifteen and four.It’s impossible to sleep when her piercing moansnearly perforate my eardrum, so please let me know
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!