Nectar
On what breasts I have laid my head
And where and why I remember not.
On what waists have I laid my hands
Feeling the spring tide bosoms and
Lips were too near not to be missed
To get the feel of the rose petals.
Upon my couch I lay as lie the dead,
Many loves have come and gone
No images return on this stormy night,
The wind sings in my foliage,
The rain taps & sighs on the windowsills.
I have forgotten all of them but one.
In my heart there stirs a sweet pain
When I remember my sweet Nectar
On this day of Thirtieth September
When she came to me as virgin fresh
We made love till the early hours of the morn
Hearing the distant drums of a ritual dance.
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