Proximity Comments

Never let me go away from thee Fill me with thy touch Be me

I got thee the way my thoughts end, Thou to embrace me with painless worry. The pulsating breast stops and in the interval I am one with thee, a deep communion of blissful proximity

I got thee in the innermost lawn of my being, rapt in deep state of invention

to fill it, the empty bowel, full of life. I am one to pluck thee from the bower of my interiority. .........