When aroused by sweet, dear love,
I have no hope of doing anything that’s good—
Happy in my soul to feel the racing of my blood—
That’s not to say if I could
Be heard, or even understood…
But I’m happy to feel a lightness. When I was a child I stood
In tears as my escaped balloon fled to its doom above.
Today the words, tomorrow the grave, and if I should feel my love,
I will feel her in my arousal, love aroused by the dear and the sweet;
She loves me strongly in her mind, and I love her, not moving my feet.

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