Poem via Sir Richard’s on FB.

when i have thought of you somewhat too

much and am become perfectly and

simply Lustful….sense a gradual stir

of beginning muscle, and what it will do

to me before shutting…understand

i love you…feel your suddenly body reach

for me with a speed of white speech

(the simple instant of perfect hunger

Yes)

how beautifully swims

the fooling world in my huge blood,

cracking brains A swiftlyenourmous light

—and furiously puzzling through, prismatic, whims,

the chattering self perceives with hysterical fright

a comic tadpole wriggling in delicious mud