马克·奥布莱恩的诗
Let me touch you with my words
For my hands
Lie limp as empty gloves
Let my words stroke your hair
Slide down your back and tickle your belly
For my hands
Light and free-flying as bricks
Ignore my wishes and stubbornly refuse
To carry out my quietest desires
Let my words enter your mind
Bearing torches
Admit them willingly into your being
So they may caress you gently ,within
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