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Poem	Out of the tense awed darkness, my Frangepani comes; Whilst the blades of Heaven flash round her, and the roll of thunder drums My young heart leaps and dances, with exquisite joy and pain, As storms within and storms without I meet my love in the rain. “The rain is in love with you darling; it’s kissing you everywhere, Rain pattering over your small brown feet, rain in your curly hair; Rain in the vale that your twin breasts make, as in delicate mounds they rise, I hope there is rain in your heart, Frangepani, as rain half fills your eyes.” Into my hands she cometh, and the lightning of my desire Flashes and leaps about her, more subtle than Heaven’s fire; “The lightning’s in love with you darling; it is loving you so much, That its warm electricity in you pulses wherever I may touch. When I kiss your lips and your eyes, and your hands like twin flowers apart, I know there is lightning, Frangepani, deep in the depths of your heart.” The thunder rumbles about us, and I feel its triumphant note As your warm arms steal around me; and I kiss your dusky throat; “The thunder’s in love with you darling. It hides its power in your breast. And I feel it stealing o’er me as I lie in your arms at rest. I sometimes wonder, beloved, when I drink from life’s proffered bowl, Whether there’s thunder hidden in the innermost parts of your soul.” Out of my arms she stealeth; and I am left alone with the night, Void of all sounds save peace, the first faint glimmer of light. Into the quiet, hushed stillness my Frangepani goes. Is there peace within like the peace without? Only the darkness knows.
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