Poetry: Whoever You are Holding Me Now in Hand: Walt Whitman

I am selecting poems from the Poetry Foundation's Queer Love Poems collection.

Whoever You are Holding Me Now in Hand by Walt Whitman from Leaves of Grass

Whoever you are holding me now in hand,
Without one thing all will be useless,
I give you fair warning before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.

Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

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