One wants to help.
One says how one feels.
I mean, I try to tell you
what I'm doing when I'm feeling
you up. Sorry, that's a joke.
It's not a great joke but
let's think it through.
(Is thinking something through
like feeling someone up?)
When we're together, I want to
(that is, I'm "in lack of,"
distinctly desirous of)
touching you. And, since
you are right there
to be both wanted and
had, I reach out, naturally,
and our question is, How
do I do this? and perhaps, Who
do I think I am? To which,
surely, one answer must be,
"Your lover," and, another,
"Lovingly." But are these really
answers to the question?
Is there not something more
under, "How do you feel?"
than what I'm doing when I
touch you? How do I feel
about you? I grope all around
until you can't stand it
and beg me to complete the act.

Il migliore mi migliora
                 but what have I mastered
                            and what happens now?
That I have kept my center
                         abiding the world?
The thoughts cut
                         and are radiant, blindin' —
but I will stand it, your paradiso
                                                           dipinto.

The toppled hate of divinity.
The toppled eight of infinity.

Poetry is
difficult
because you
hardly
put the
words
to gether.

Vice Verses

Conservatives are ashamed
of their perversions;

progressives, their prejudices.
Proud equals, and opposites.