He Came To Read

 He came to read.
 Two or three books
are open; historians and poets.

But he only read for ten minutes,
and gave them up.
 He is dozing
on the sofa.
 He is fully devoted to books --
but he is twenty-three years old, and he's very handsome;
and this afternoon love passed
through his ideal flesh, his lips.

Through his flesh which is full of beauty
the heat of love passed;
without any silly shame for the form of the enjoyment.
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