How your fingers drowse me
Your breath falls around me like dew-your pulse lulls
the tympan of my ears
I feel a merge from head to foot
Delicious enough
－Walt Whitman (1819–1892).
Leaves of Grass. 1900.
182. So Long
Your breath falls around me like dew-your pulse lulls
the tympan of my ears
I feel a merge from head to foot
Delicious enough
－Walt Whitman (1819–1892).
Leaves of Grass. 1900.
182. So Long
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