Passion Flooding

I have never wanted anything more than the wild creatures have, a broad waft of clean air, a day to lie on the grass at times, with nothing to do but to slip the blades through my fingers, and look as long as I pleased at the whole blue arch, and the screens of green and white between; leave for a month to float and float along the salt crests and among the foam, or roll with my naked skin over a clean long stretch of sunshiny sand; food that I liked, straight from the cool ground, and time to taste its sweetness, and time to rest after tasting; sleep when it came, and stillness, that the sleep might leave me when it would, not sooner  …  This is what I wanted,  —  this, and free contact with my fellows  …  not to love and lie, and be ashamed, but to love and say I love, and be glad of it; to feel the currents of ten thousand years of passion flooding me, body to body, as the wild things meet.  I have asked no more.
—    Voltairine De Cleyre
[Found on one of the blogs I follow: http://davidkanigan.com/
The specific post is at:  http://davidkanigan.com/2014/04/13/a-day-to-lie-on-the-grass-with-nothing-to-do-but-to-slip-the-blades-through-my-fingers/
—    KMAB]
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