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I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

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 only to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait,
I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

All is recall'd as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me, you 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,