Follow me, lovely girl, <br />I’ll show you the hillside <br />Where the poets howl <br />Beneath the drunken moon <br />And where the wine dreams <br />Dispel all gloom, <br />I’m high on your lavender dress, <br />Your pale shoulders and perfume. <br /> <br />Poetry is the purity of unadulterated desire <br />Like fucking at midnight in the backyard <br />Beneath an apple tree while blushing stars <br />Cover their eyes with leaves. <br /> <br />There is no sin in the heaven I cherish, <br />The heaven of angelic innocence <br />Of boys and girls naked without meanness <br />And filling their hearts with laughter.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-beneath-bashful-stars/
