Secret Thots for a Very Private Gentleman
tales, temptation, and titillation…
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart,
bleeding within me,
called you tender names.
It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop,
while my own love,
kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
– Kahlil Gibran –
Sleep has kissed your eyes. Do not deny that sleep has kissed your eyes. I have seen him kissing them. I have seen him kiss them like this, this way!
So put your head here, on this shoulder and sleep;
sleep, my little one, sleep for you are at home in your homeland.
– Kahlil Gibran –