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So cosy when from the comfort of your bed
You slipped a picture into my head
And teased the longing of my heart.

Strange, for there is nothing now to see
That's lewd, or even naked like the moon
Covered with jasmines so I may swoon

She comes each litany of night
Through the trees and dripping wet
Ravishing the solace of my sight

She spread her legs on my window awhile
Her bright nothingness, soft and mild
Seducing the ache and hunger of my tongue

To whisper words and lick dry her songs
From the globe of her aromatic breast
To that place where the crimson apple rest

And when the curtains like a veil blows
Like a veil of clouds fall away in a heap
What joyous proportions her body shows

In a heap of light cuddled upon the floor
Daring my silence in stillness to explore
Soft contours only the soul can touch

Once in stillness on my bed she lay
Framed in the milky legends of the past
And O what constant spell upon my hell she casts

Time then was too short to know it all
Too short to spend my love's treasures store
The seasons change, the tides rise and fall

The beauty of the skin is so superficial
What it tells us is only external
While it blinds our eyes from the honey core

Beauty strips us, and make our passions whores
To the little brevity that time peels
Love is beyond what our humanity feels

I would know more of the moon tonight
And ease the longing of my heart
But here another picture eclipses her light.

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