The Phantom Horsewoman
Queer are the ways of a man I know:
He comes and
In a careworn craze,
And looks at the
Queer are the ways of a man I know:
He comes and
In a careworn craze,
And looks at the
All look and likeness caught from
All accident of kin and birth,
Had pass'd away
There was no
She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and...
As if a phantom caress'd me,
I thought I was not alone, walking here by the shore;
But the one I thought was with me, as now I walk by the shore—the one I loved, that caress'd me,
As I lean and look through the glimmering light—that...
home early at last, and free
i unbuckle my belt to ease the bloodflow
crisp fabric of pants
sliding down my quivering pillars swiftly,