against the eleventh reverie.: I Wanna Love You... →
I wanna love you dirty. Spit into your mouth the three words we don’t need to hear, but we need to taste. Drink wine from your navel and eat the cheese behind your ears, kiss the earth between your toes, because all that you are, nourish me, makes me whole, warts and all. I wanna slap…
From "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock"
For I have known them all already, known them all— Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, I have measured out my life in coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should i presume? -T.S. Eliot