Oh if I were in love with you and could give you
Sweet muslin and heady perfumes,
And taste the hair that croons
On lightly colored arms.
I would see you as a light, your charms
Inscribed upon my room, my bed
Filled with your body, hands
With your head; I would kiss you
Where your manhood bled
Its dribbling cream.
Dream, why do you stay from me?
Do you think that thinning hair and sharp words
Are too much, that I hide from you in books,
Between the lines of poems? You know I foam
At the mouth when I see you. Say,
"Stay!"
And we could make life beam.
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