Going through a stack of sketches and papers I came across this little sonnet. A note says it came from this comment — which was not written by me– from correspondence;
… A lewd friend of mine who confessed to having masturbated with a friend’s girlfriend’s scarf across her face, inhaling a breath of her… Young we dream of ethereal lovers and come in the end to realize the rough embrace of our final partner, the earth from which we came…
A lewd boy unblushing told how he’d found and stole a scented scarf from his friend’s girlfriend took his pleasure while breathing her perfume, With Summer optimism a breath’s enough. Young, we dream of ethereal lovers; Meat, and sweat, come later. We grow rough and real, want a good bed in a solid room (which is only fitting, for at the end Love's bed is the rough and solid ground).
originally posted Jan 28 2016 stellaomega.com