Having my way with Ulysses

Quick warm sunlight came running

The tasks above are as the flasks below, saith the emerald canticle of Hermes and all's loth and pleasestir, are we told, on excellent inkbottle authority, solarsystemised, seriolcosmically, in a more and more almightily expanding universe under one, there is rhymeless reason to believe, original sun. 8:39 am

Sun break.  I can hear the warm running sunlight.  Milly in sandals along the brightening sidewalk.  A girl with gold hair running to meet me.  Rudy’s birthday today.  Would have been.

Intercourse, eyeball to eyeball.