I lean and loaf at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass.
Be curious, not judgmental.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
All the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as profound as any.
Whoever you are, now I place my hand upon you/ That you may be my poem/ I whisper with my lips close to your ear/ I have loved many women and men, but I love none better than you.
Copulation is no more foul to me than death is.