The Sensual Mysticism Of Entire Vertical Being.

Lovers Alone Wear Sunlight.

I Imagine That Yes Is The Only Living Thing.

Xvii Lady, I Will Touch You With My Mind. Touch You And Touch And Touch Until You Give Me Suddenly A Smile,shyly Obscene (lady I Will Touch You With My Mind.)touch You,that Is All, Lightly And You Utterly Will Become With Infinite Care The Poem Which I Do Not Write.

Twice I Have Lived Forever In A Smile

And Now You Are And I Am And We're A Mystery Which Will Never Happen Again.