“As a corpse might recall / fingers of moonlight tangling gossamer / heavy with silence”
As a corpse might recall
fingers of moonlight tangling gossamer
heavy with silence
the rapture of her hair,
its sleepless flow
How the dusk so idly threw its shadow on the terrace of water-rose!
making a cathedral of her mouth
fine spatters of sapphire draw hosts of young and orphic roses
like a god with vast indigo eyes
I would speak of idyllic flesh
how my masochism is bliss!
Insolence forever bordeaux
Familiar against silk throats