"I mind how we lay in June, such a transparent summer morning;
You settled your head athwart my hips and gently turned over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my barestript
heart,
And reached till you felt my beard, and reached till you held my feet."



You know how it scares me and yet hypnotizes me.
How I get dizzy, but still want to keep turning.
The warmest winter I've ever had.
A bittersweet summer is yet to come.