As a corpse might recall

fingers of moonlight tangling gossamer

heavy with silence


the rapture of her hair,

its sleepless flow


How the dusk so idly threw its shadow on the terrace of water-rose!


making a cathedral of her mouth


fine spatters of sapphire draw hosts of young and orphic roses

like a god with vast indigo eyes


I would speak of idyllic flesh

how my masochism is bliss!


Insolence forever bordeaux

Familiar against silk throats


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