What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why…

I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.
– Edna St. Vincent Millay

In Total Nudity

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One day I will go to dance with you
To a far away place, where no laws exist, nor reasons govern
Where the water is breeze, where the bird is flower
Where everything pure and natural is confused with the grace of God
In a place clean of convention
Sterile to the mundane embrace that threatens your luck
Fertile to everything spontaneous, to the rain, to love
There, in total nudity
Rid of the elegant trappings of fine formalism
Used by human lackeys to pompously cover the scars of last nights orgies
We shall dance the dance of life
To the rhythm of a fire of light, that will burst from the sun
– Julia DeBurgos