Even hope is a device.
I will never come back.
I’m sent below Earth
to violate its intestines.
#EssexHemphill

Blackheart 2 / The Prison Issue —a gem!
a journal of writing and graphics by black gay men
1984 #TheBlackheartCollective
https://archive.org/details/blackheart_2

Usually words wear out the more you use them, they become featureless, rote, and more than any others this is true of the words I repeated to R.;

The Frog King
2018 #GarthGreenwell
https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2018/11/26/the-frog-king

comrades, staunch to each other in their love, and elevated by friendship to the pitch of noblest enthusiasm,

Ioläus: An Anthology of Friendship
1915 #EdwardCarpenter
*img Ioläus Table of Contents
https://archive.org/details/iolausanthology00carpiala

Through me forbidden voices
Voices of sexes and lusts, voices veil'd and I remove the veil
Voices indecent by me clarified and transfigur'd

There is that in me—

Song of Myself
1855 #WaltWhitman
*img 1887 Walt by #ThomasEakins
http://whitmanarchive.org/published/LG/1891/poems/27

:-)
thanks!

Touched. We ride a stream of naked neurons, stripped of their sheaths, to the most blissful moments and deepest intimacies of life.
2017 #StevePhelps
*img 1977 #ArthurTress Two men embracing
https://aeon.co/essays/it-takes-neuroscience-and-poetry-to-map-the-tributaries-of-touch

i could remain in a state of perpetual freedom