Passing
stranger! you do not know,
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)
I
have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You
grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You
give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,
I
am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
