Facing you
i am not jealous.
Come with a man at your back,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your bosom and your feet,
come like a river
filled with drowned men
that meets the furious sea,
the eternal foam, the weather.
Bring them all,
where i wait for you:
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be, you and i,
alone upon the earth
to begin life.
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