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My friend Dirck's words after his friend's death made me think I'd like someone to write this about me when I die:

Some of you may have known Joe, others of you only knew of him. In the shower this morning, I took an inventory of the years I've known him and was grateful to observe that we somehow managed to resolve all conflicts and old hurts before he went. We spent ten years together and another ten learning how to become friends. We shared much including two now-grown boys, Braden and Glenn, who are each married and have children of their own. I always wondered which of us would go first. Now I know. He still holds, and always will hold, a very special place in my heart. I'm glad that he heard me tell him this many times before he passed. And I heard the same from him.

Villanelle

Time can say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time can say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

Suppose the lions all get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away?
Time can say nothing but I told you so.
If I could tell you, I would let you know.

W.H. Auden

A Sleeping Bee

When a bee lies sleepin'
In the palm o' your hand
You're bewitch'd and deep in love's
Long look'd after land
Where you'll see a sun-up sky
With the mornin' new
And where the days go laughin' by
As love comes a-calling on you
Sleep on, bee, don't waken,
Can't believe what just passed
He's mine for the takin'
I am happy at last.
Maybe I dreams, but he seems
Sweet golden as a crown,
A sleepin' bee done told me
I will walk with my feet off the ground
When my one true love I has found
Sleep on, bee, don't waken,
Can not believe what just passed
He's mine for the takin'
I am happy at last...
Maybe I dreams, but he seems
Golden as a crown,
A sleepin' bee told me
I will walk with my feet off the ground
When my one true love
I has found...

Written by Truman Capote

Poetry + Pornography :::::: two of my favourite things

please master can i touch your cheek
please master can i kneel at your feet
please master can i loosen your blue pants
please master can i gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can i gently take down your shorts
please master can i have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can i take off my clothes below your chair
please master can i kiss your ankles and soul
please master can i touch lips to your hard muscle hairless thigh
please master can i lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can i wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can i lick your groin curled with blond soft fur
please master can i touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may i pass my face to your balls,
please master, please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strongly thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till i swallow & taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please
Master push my shoulders away and stare in my eye & make me bend over the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your hand's rough stroke on my neck your palm down my backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of your
spit and your thumb stroke
please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped round my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your finger
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over,
till i'm alone sticking out, your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom
please master lunge it in again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please
Master drive down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me for good
like a girl
tenderly clasp me please master i take me to Thee,
please master & drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
you fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris carlots,
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, of sweat fuck,
body of tenderness, give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
go moan O please master do fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill plunge & pull-back-bounce & push down
till i loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror and delight to be loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole,
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb through five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while i cry out your name i do love you
please Master
Allen Ginsberg, 1968