“You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass–you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you–I am to think of you when I sit alone, or wake at night alone,
I am to wait–I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.”
I wish the below was a clean image of just the main picture – rare to see Locke’s butt displayed so nicely – the little “extra” picks don’t add anything – but I guess “magazine graphics 101” dictates these layouts.