Everything Good Between Men and Women
(C.D. Wright)
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i have an i carry your heart tattoo, lamesauce for me, haha

as for the thread, carol ann duffy is my romance go-to



"Words, Wide Night"


Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us. I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this

is what it is like or what it is like in words.

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flaccid, though still impressive

Thank you for the input. Lots more to think about.

Thrill with lissome lust of the light
O man, my man, come careering out of the night
Of Pan, Io Pan
From Sicily and from Arcady
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards,
On a milk white ass come, come over the sea
To me, to me,
Come with Apollo in bridal dress
(Shepherdess and Pythoness)
Come with Artemis, silken shod
And wash thy white thigh, beautiful God,
In the moon of the woods, on the marble mount,
The dimpled dawn of the amber fount!
Dip the purple of passionate prayer
In the crimson shrine, the scarlet snare,
The soul that startles in eyes of blue
To watch thy wantonness weeping through
The tangled grove, the gnarled bole
Of the living tree that is spirit and soul
And body and brain-come over the sea
(Io pan, Io pan!)
Devil or god, to me to me
My man! My man!
Come with trumpets sounding shrill, over the hill
Come with drums low muttering from the spring
Come with flute, and come with pipe
Am I not ripe?
I, who wait and writhe and wrestle
With air that hath no boughs to nestle
My body weary of empty clasp,
Strong as a lion, and sharp as an asp-
Come, O come!
I am numb
With the lonely lust of devildom.
Thrust the sword through the galling fetter
All-devourer, All-begetter;
Give me the sign of the Open Eye,
And the token erect of thorny thigh,
And the word of madness and mystery,
O Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan Pan! Pan, I am a man:
Do as thou wilt as a great god can,
O pan! Io Pan!
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! I am awake!
In the grip of the snake
The eagle slashes with beak and claw, the Gods withdraw:
The great beasts come, Io Pan! I am borne
To death on the horn
Of the Unicorn/
I am Pan! Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan!
I am thy mate, I am thy man
Goat of thy flock, I am gold, I am GOD
Flesh to thy bone, flower to thy rod.
With hoofs of steel I race on the roks
Through solstice stubborn to equinox.
And i rave; and I rape and I rip and I rend
Everlasting, world without end,
Mannikin, maiden, maenad, man,
In the might of Pan.
Io Pan! Io Pan Pan! Pan! Io Pan!