On a Profile Picture From Facebook
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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