when I think of how much I want you a feeling of inconceivable longing passes through my body. I am a becoming desire. I cease to exist as a mind, and begin to exist as a possibility.
e. e. cummings, “[i like my body when it is with your]”
Always loved e e Cummings dirty poems……
but perhaps henry miller knew all along that he was drinking and fucking his way to freedom and fame
she sucked my golden will