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Blog Entry: "it is at moments after i have dreamed"         it is at moments after i have dreamed         of the rare entertainment of your eyes,         when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed         with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;         at moments when the glassy darkness holds         the genuine apparition of your smile         (it was through tears always)and silence moulds         such strangeness as was mine a little while;         moments when my once more illustrious arms         are filled with fascination, when my breast         wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:         one pierced moment whiter than the rest         -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep         i watch the roses of the day grow deep. "i like my body when it is with your"         i like my body when it is with your         body. It is so quite a new thing.         Muscles better and nerves more.         i like your body. i like what it does,         i like its hows. i like to feel the spine         of your body and its bones, and the trembling         -firm-smooth ness and which i will         again and again and again         kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,          i like,, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz         of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes         over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big Love-crumbs,         and possibly i like the thrill         of under me you quite so new "it is so long since my heart has been with yours"         it is so long since my heart has been with yours         shut by our mingling arms through         a darkness where new lights begin and         increase,         since your mind has walked into         my kiss as a stranger         into the streets and colours of a town--         that i have perhaps forgotten         how,always(from         these hurrying crudities         of blood and flesh)Love         coins His most gradual gesture,         and whittles life to eternity         --after which our separating selves become museums         filled with skilfully stuffed memories