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Ah when you drift hover before you kiss
More my mouth yours now, lips grow more to mine
Teeth click, suddenly your tongue like a ulled wine
Slides fire,—I wonder what the point of life is.
Do, down this night where I adore you, Chris,
So I forsake the blest assistant shine
Of deep-laid maps I made for summits, swine-
Enchanted lover, loafing in the abyss?

Loaf hardly, while my nerves dánce, while the gale
Moans like your hair down here. But I lie still,
Strengthless and smiling under a maenad rule.
Whose limbs worked once, whose imagination's grail
Many or some would nourish, must now I fill
My strength with desire, my cup with your tongue,
     No more Melpomene's, but Erato's fool? . .


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Added: 1 Mar 2004 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 6:45 AM | Viewed: 1654 times

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