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COME, my little one, closer up against me, Creep right up, with your round head pushed in my breast.

How I love all of you! Do you feel me wrap you Up with myself and my warmth, like a flame round the wick?

And how I am not at all, except a flame that mounts off you. Where I touch you, I flame into being;--but is it me, or you?

That round head pushed in my chest, like a nut in its socket, And I the swift bracts that sheathe it: those breasts, those thighs and knees,

Those shoulders so warm and smooth: I feel that I Am a sunlight upon them, that shines them into being.

But how lovely to be you! Creep closer in, that I am more. I spread over you! How lovely, your round head, your arms,

Your breasts, your knees and feet! I feel that we Are a bonfire of oneness, me flame flung leaping round you, You the core of the fire, crept into me.