that to be with those I like
is enough,
To stop in the company
with the rest at evening
is enough,
To be surrounded by
beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh
is enough,
To pass among them,
or touch any one,
Or rest my arm ever so lightly
round his or her neck for a moment
what is this, then?
I do not ask any more delight.
I swim in it, as in a sea. -Walt Whitman
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