That vigorous feeling the day after...

That vigorous feeling the day after tomorrow:
that fate won't walk to bed with me and that
I still might be useful for something in
his plans;
That sweltering afternoon, when, sweating profusely,
I inserted my hand in the space between your thighs
firmly convinced that in this way I'd live a great deal of
longer;
Those considerations when it was revealed, on a hair's breadth
away from the mystery, that at last we would sail
forward to the open sea, and it would just make revolve on and
carry us;
That excessively second when I swore to myself, always