INDULGENCE
Let me sip a dream of thee
from this fragile cup.
Let me see thee in
the bold boil of storm clouds.
Send the wind, my darling love,
to whisper your name in my ear.
Let us lie down in
silky-dark bowers and indulge
our senses in the riot of
passion that does grip us so.
Then, thus entwined, will your
heart beat in rhythm
with those plaintive cries of
ecstacy, unwelcome from thee.
And they shall be the bow
that strokes the strings of my
winged instrument to bring forth
the floods of joy.
Again and again wilt thee spurn
my caresses with words of
fear, to help thee deny love of me.
Yet, again and again, we shall
slip away from the world,
and a tangle of lips, a bondage
of flesh shall carry our song
to sing above the stars.
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