I tell you, it is a Suffering, to have a sea - no care how Blue - between your Soul, and you.

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I’m here.

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

I kissed her until there was more happiness inside me than sadness.

Believe me, Believe me, this loneliness won’t go away.

You are lovely. You have a lovely face and a beautiful body, long and light, and your skin is smooth and the color of burnt gold and everyone will try to take you from me.

You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read.

I love you, rain’ll fall on our eaves some day sweetheart—

This Constant Yearning.

What is left after this? what can death loose in me after your embrace? your touch, your limbs are more terrible to do me hurt. What can death mar in me that you have not?

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. I like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows. I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which I will again and again and again kiss, I like kissing this and that of you, I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new of under me you so quite new

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren’t with me I haven’t a thing in the world.

in love you have loosened yourself like sea water: I can scarcely measure the sky’s most spacious eyes And I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

There’s less and less love, and less and less daring, and time is a battering ram against my head.

I understand. That’s the trouble. I understand. I’ll understand all the time. All day and all night. Especially all night. I’ll understand. You don’t have to worry about that.

There’s power in the touch of another person’s hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There’s a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? The touch of another person’s hands. Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else’s hand can ease pain and make things better. That’s power. That’s power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists.