OF YOUR LOVERS OR YOURFRIENDS,AND TASTE YOUR LOVE WHEN I KISSSMELL GALORE. ONLY THEN ANOTHER POEM CAN BEWRITTEN,FOR NO POEMS CAN BE AS NICE AND PUREAS THE WARMTH OF YOUR HEART WOULDFITEM; THEN MY BLOOD OF YOUR FAIR BLOOD SOSUREWOULD BE, THAT A RED POEM WILLFLOOD,AS THROBBING HEART TO HEART THROBSTOOD. A POEM NEVERTO BE SENT ii APRIL 2, 2017ITS BEEN ALONG TIME SINCE I LASTANOTHER POEMIN ENGLISH DID DARE,HARD TOEXPRESS ON IT HOW I FARENOWADAYS ASWELL DID IT ON MY PAST.NEVERTHELESS,MY DISQUIETS NEVER RESTTHOUGH MIGHTAPPEASED BE BY THE ORDINARYNEVER A PAIRWHEN EMOTION CANT SPAREAND ONLY INENGLISH THE OUTCOME CAN BE BEST.AFTER ALL,WHEN A POEM IS TO BE WRITTENINJURY ISGIVEN IF STORED IN A BOX,INSTEAD BESENT TO THE WORLD ENTIRE BRAVEAND ON THEFLOW WHEN NOW I WRITE THEMHAVE NO REALINTENTION TO UNDER LOCKSKEEP THEM PENTAS IN DUNGEON OF A KNAVE.A POEM NEVERTO BE SENT IIIAS IN THE OPENINGFOR THIS QUATUOR MENTIONEDSHOULD THEPOEM NEVER BE SET DOWN ON PAPERNOR STORED INA TROUSSEAU FOR READING LATERWHEN THE VOYAGE TO A HEART LAST BE VENTURED.IT MUST ALWAYSINTO A HEART BE ENTERED,A RED GHOSTFOR FANTASTIC THE GREATER,A RED GLOVE TOBECOME A FAIRY BAITERUNTIL THENIPPLES INTO LOVE BE CONVERTED.A PAIR OF PEGSTO BE SET IN MOTIONHINGING A DOORINTO THE HEART, ASKEW,TO TEASE ITOPEN WITH TENDERLOVING CARESO THAT THECHEST WILL PROVIDE THE LOTIONINK AND FLESHAS PAPER FOR A POEM ANEW,AS DEEP INSIDEAS ANY LOVER MIGHT DARE.A POEM NEVER TO BE SENT IVFOR A POEM OF LOVE IS WRITTEN NEVERBY THE LOVER BUT BY THE ONE BELOVEDWHEN HIS HANDS BY HER BE BACK PRODDEDTO THE WORDS INSPIRE LOUDER THAN EVER.BUT THE BREASTS MUST FIRST BE, HOWEVER,IN SUCH WAY BE OPEND THAT THEY CAN BE LOVEDLIKE NO FINGERS BEFORE HAVE THEM GOADED,TEN LOVING DAGGERS LIGHTER THAN A FEATHER.UNTIL THE FOLIOS WILL BECOME A PARCHMENTWHEREIN KISSES MIGHT GLOAT ON RED INKTHEREIN BE KEPT FOR A LONG, A LONG TIME.AS LONG AS LIFE ENDURETH OR FOR A MOMENTWHILE MEMORIES FLOAT ON BLOOD OR THEREIN SINKTO AGAIN RETURN AS LONG AS LOVERS PINE.acepcoes I 14 set 2006os gregos que eram bons: criaram nomesna variedade de emocoes humanasde modo tal, que mesmo as doidivanas,dulcimeras paixoes, nas quais consomeso futil coracao, num desapontoconstante e vago, mesmo queinterdito, rotulos trazem de um sabor aflitoque as emocoes desenham, num reponto;.tanta ilusao, antes pura e desgarrada,pela palavra antigaconvocada, mudou, por vezesmultiplas, sentido,tal como o coracao muda de amores,quer outra mais e outra, em estertores,por uma so que a alma tem ferido.acepcoes II 3 abril 2017fazer amor, por exemplo, demudou:tempo houve em que era apenas cortesia,depois namoro suave de elegia,de fazer versos, em que nada se atentou.depois, em real namoro transformou,quando no maximo um beijo se pedia,enquanto cartas mil se redigiapor novo encontro a que se convidou.e finalmente, referiu amor sexual,amor fazendo da forma mais carnal,porem sempre envolvendo um sentimento,ate so comunicar o amor casual,posta de lado qualquer ansia espiritual,numa troca pelo orgasmo de um momento.acepcoes IIIcontudo, hoje, o termo esta ultrapassadopor fazer sexo ou mesmo por transar,nisto apenas o prazer a designar,todo o romance sendo hoje abandonado.o ato de amor e se tornar maisdegradado,na mais chula expressao de