Opera house

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

Lack one lacks both, and the unseen is proved by the seen,
Till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn.

Showing the best and dividing it from the worst age vexes age,
Knowing the perfect fitness and equanimity of things, while they
discuss I am silent, and go bathe and admire myself.

Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean,
Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be
less familiar than the rest.

I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing;
As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night,
and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,
Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with
their plenty,
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?

Love, in a slumber beside me in my peach blanket. Orange pineapple juice on the nightstand beside him. He has me sleep on the inside so I can't get up all hours of the night. We have the flu.
Summer seen, describe
Soon enough, when I have the time
Secret beach I gathered from a memory with my mother, as a young girl she brought me there when it was lawfully nude. A convoluted dirt path enclosed with Purpleleaf Sand Cherry trees, then you reach an opening of Arkose sand that offers two avenues of choice within the tall grasses. Wide enough only for one person at a time, allusive Peter Pan, we watched for snakes, pushed grass out of our faces - glorious secret. There was a single sailboat in the water above sting rays and other assorted Elasmobranchii. We laid down our blanket, undressed, and rested beside each other. Quiet. It was early August, just after lunch on a Sunday. I told him I love him, and we fell asleep.