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65472149 - Preacher357
65509235 - LindaK0412
65513536 - not-logged-in-c9b2c93efc284b846cb0
65526055 - Berhel
WINNER - 65595054 - penguinpurgatory
65662028 - not-logged-in-ff8333a647f74f87d110
65673098 - Lynst

65472149 - Preacher357

II

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would ne a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(Like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both full-filled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
From these liquids we distill
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been
in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the
sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem, In Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again, I am going to
work hard. I am going now to town to spend an afternoon
in the B?M. print room - looking at the prints in which The
Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can
start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - in-
cluding Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and
will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming
here, I hope I made you happy. I love you,
Lawrence

65509235 - LindaK0412

II

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, bu tin its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(Like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both fulfilled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
Fromm these liquids we distill
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been
in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the
sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In
Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to
work hard. I am going now to town to spend an afternoon
in the jB. M. print room - looking at prints in which The
Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can
start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - in-
cluding Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and
will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming
here, I hope I made you happy. I love you.

Lawrence

65513536 - not-logged-in-c9b2c93efc284b846cb0

II

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both full-filled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
From these liquids we distill
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to work hard. I am going to town to spend an afternoon in the B.M. print room - looking at prints in which The Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - including Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming here, I hope I made you happy. I love you,
Larwence

65526055 - Berhel

11

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(Like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both full-filled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
From these liquids we distil
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to work hard. I am going now to town to spend an afternoon in the B.M. print room - looking at prints in which The Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - including Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming here, I hope I made you happy. I love you,
Lawrence

WINNER - 65595054 - penguinpurgatory

II
But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(Like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both full-filled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
From these liquids we distill
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to work hard. I am going now to town to spend an afternoon in the B?M. print room - looking at prints in which The Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - including Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming here, I hope I made you happy. I love you,
Lawrence

65662028 - not-logged-in-ff8333a647f74f87d110

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveler happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(like that of swimmers in a rolling sea):
The wine glass and the vase are both full-fulled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh:
From these liquids we distill
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to work hard. I am going now to town to spend an afternoon in the B?M. print room - looking at prints in which The Analysis of Beauty is criticized. Then tomorrow I can start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - including Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming here, I hope I made you happy. I love you, Lawrence.

65673098 - Lynst

II

But in the dew upon your lips and those
Transparent globes that linger in the groves
Under your upstretched arms, the element
Of fire or altitude would be a plant:
No, like a traveller happy at the sight

Your pearls and dew are my cases.
The blood is like the fire, but in its course
Moves like a river in the living map,
Tribal and vivid feeds each shape,
In breasts and lips, in parted thighs.

Like ripeness from a fruit another liquid
Ferments into the wine of the id
Whose gift is freedom from gravity
(Like that of swimmers in a rolling sea) :
The wine glass and the vase are both full-filled.

The flower in the feminine vase
Waters itself and the cup of flesh :
From these liquids we distil
Love potions to inflame us still.
Each time we love we mix the next embrace.

The image of the 'transparent globes' is one that has been
in mind since you told me of that cavalier poem with the
sweat-pearls image. I think we could call this poem In
Defence of Water.

In the seven days till I see you again I am going to
work hard. I am going now to town to spend the afternoon
in the B?M. print room - looking at prints in which The
Analysis of Beauty is criticised. Then tomorrow I can
start a new chapter, dealing with the last works - in -
cluding Virtue in Danger and Sigismunda. You are and
will be as I work in my mind all the time.

Dearest Sylvia, I love you, you made me happy coming
here, I hope I made you happy. I love you,
Lawrence

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