He jumped to his vast library and dashed around it, until the tiny slim, one-poem volume fell out.
Auden It was a spring day, a day, a day for a lay when the air Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown.
May it offend you all: The Platonic Blow A Day For A Lay by W.
I came to warm flesh then to hair, I went on.
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The afternoon sunlight struck The blond hairs on the wrist near my head.