\u2026Now women are at their foulest, \/ But men are weak on winter nights of eiderdown, the sudden dawns the freedom of bare legs, and all the growing things \t \t*<\/p>\n Recall that we desired Recall this feels more revolting warm breath, is spore-rich awake and restless, sweating body \u2014you long for cold and thunder.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The night was moon-bright and I was so hopeful when I got to the party. and you were there too. You took up so much space, you were all I could see, to you, what was said caused your face to become a cloud passing quickly about emotions and Nature but which I could not remember. Then my face When you turned away I wished I was floating on the ceiling, like a ghost I did not, at least, want to be so terrestrial) and that, when the room Desire \u2026Now women are at their foulest, \/ But men are weak since they are parched in the head and knees \/ By Sirius\u2026 Alcaeus Outside is that summer which we longed for on winter nights from underneath our layers of eiderdown, remembering the sudden dawns and sultry weather, the freedom of bare legs, the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":325,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[379,380],"tags":[388],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\nsince they are parched in the head and knees \/ By Sirius\u2026<\/em>
\nAlcaeus
\n<\/b\/>
\nOutside is that summer
\nwhich we longed for<\/p>\n
\nfrom underneath our layers <\/p>\n
\nremembering <\/p>\n
\nand sultry weather,<\/p>\n
\nthe endless light,<\/p>\n
\nthat green and blossom.<\/p>\n
\nthis heat. <\/p>\n
\nwhen my touch <\/p>\n
\nthan the wind\u2019s <\/p>\n
\nwhen the air <\/p>\n
\nand bristling, and when\u2014<\/p>\n
\nyour sluggish <\/p>\n
\nburning in our bed<\/p>\nEmblematic<\/h5>\n
\nThere was music and three types of cheese, many beautiful people were there,<\/p>\n
\nand still you were distant. I tried to speak but when I said something<\/p>\n
\nbefore the full moon, which reminded me of something The Poet said<\/p>\n
\nbecame that darkness and yours became again luminous and very distant.<\/p>\n
\nor a small damp cloud (I suppose that if I could not be your light<\/p>\n
\nbecame too much, as it always did, I could slip quietly from an open window.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"