Hominumque divomque voluptas...
In the endless desire for love --
The interminable incessant,
Constant as water,
Moving as stars, the springing
As vegetables and trees,
Fortune or fate who finds its axes
In the will that squirms and writhes
Under time and space (a gravity
Whose impression is the sun,
Pushing life to all instantiations) --
I feel my own body a more primary,
Because more frustrated, sense
Encompassing all senses in their reach
For lips and the image of what
The lips would like to kiss.
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