Monday, February 14, 2011

lighting on every moment of my life

Heart on

My lovers suffocate me,
Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin,
Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,
Crying by day, Ahoy! from the rocks of the river, swinging and
chirping over my head,
Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush,
Lighting on every moment of my life,
Bussing my body with soft balsamic busses,
Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.

"Song of Myself," Walt Whitman

[Chicago Avenue at Winchester Street]

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Chicago, Illinois, United States