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“ EREBUS “ 117 Thy mouth takes me within its eager lips ; My mouth thirsts, drinking long Deep from the fount of love, whence out there slips An eager purple tongue, Sweet as the taste of summer song From thrush’s tender throat, a tongue that tires My thirsty lips with its insatiate fires, While swart limbs soft and strong Grip my hot head, while thy lips kiss away With blood and foam the life from him thou wouldst not slay.
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…A JUIVE LA JUIVE Rose dotted with grey stars the bed Where my fair Jewess lay and smiled : Her breasts were full, her eyes were red, Her lips with God unreconciled. In wanton disarray, her hair Streamed jetty black—Ah ! God, how fair ! The quilt had gold embroidery, About the room were furs and silk : Her eyes were full of devilry, Her finger-tips were soft as milk : Above the bed a crest was set, A gold and sapphire coronet. She was of noble birth, and—best A Jewess ; her bad lips enticed My lips to taste ; I held her breast Fresh from the cru…
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ALL NIGHT 53 ALL NIGHT All night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath But lips closed hard upon the cup of death To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh Beats the dead hours out ; scarce a melody Of measured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body ; scarce a thought But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling ; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to…
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…f light And music—yesternight— Had some new song to tell. I saw a living soul Flame into mortal dress ; Whose glance—a fiery coal, Whose lips—a ruby bowl Whose wine was wickedness. They were strange lips, I ween, Whereon no kiss might be, And teeth were sharp therein ; Ivory and white and keen, Tameless as hungering sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, and wan ; For, on my eyes drawn nigher,
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…f thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips.
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THE BLOOD-LOTUS 87 The scents fulfil, they permeate all lips, all arteries, and fire New murmured music on the lyre that throbs the horrors they create. Omniscient blossom ! Is thy red slack bosom fresher for my kiss ? Are thy loves sharper ? Hast thou bliss in all the sorrows of the dead ? Why art thou paler when the moon grows loftier in the troublous sky ? Why dost thou beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blo…
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…n’s spirit to his God again, But memory cannot fade, and while My hot devouring kisses rain On thy worn face, in writhing pain Biting my lips, that fiercely smile As tigers’ lips, and gnaw thy mouth, Till the blood spurts in dainty style And blinds and bruises me awhile, Yet satiates the awful drouth ; I suck, and shudder, and rave, and clutch, Thy breasts, with wounds and sores uncouth, Drenched with diseases of the south, The hot south lands, where crooked crutch, The leprous arm, the withered hand, Bear sway, where thou wast nurtured, such A…
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…ecede ; within the fiery circle of their glance Warm writhing woman-horses dance a shameless Bacchanal of sin ; Foam whips their reeking lips, and still the flower- witch nestles to my lips, Twines her swart lissome legs and hips, half serpent and half devil, till My whole life seems to lie in her ; her kisses draw my breath ; my face Loses its lustre in the grace of her quick bosom ; sinister The raving spectres reel ; I see beyond my Circe’s eyes no shape Save vague cloud-measures that escape the dances whirling witchery.
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…ove, our bed, Soothes me with strong desire, Strong but availing nothing—black and red Thy body gleams, as fire Thy great eyes burn, thy lips respire It seems unnatural breath within their tomb. Ah ! the red portals of thy dusky womb, Wherein my loves expire, ’ Twixt thy black breasts to rise, kissed hard by thee Till joy flows full once more, salt river to sweet sea. Fairer than roses are thy swarthy cheeks, Thine hair more sharp than gold ; Purple is warmer than mere red, when seeks My love thy lips to hold. Ah Queen ! that other’s breasts ar…
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…g teeth Cling hard to her—he buries him Insane and furious in the sheath She opens for him—wide and dim My mouth is amorous beneath. Her lips devour me, and I rave With pleasure to discern the love They twain exert, my lips who lave With doubled dew distilled above ; To dog and woman I’m a slave, Nor move, though now essays the Dane To cool his weapon in my mouth ; Her lust bestrides me, and is fain To quench in his sweet sweat her drouth Her finger probes my bowel again. All three enjoy once more, and I Am ready ever to renew These bestial org…
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…y vitals shall shudder and smart, And the smile through thy sorrow shall linger, And the touch shall pierce through to thine heart ; Thy lips a denial shall fashion, Thou shalt tremble and fear to confess, Till thou suddenly break into passion With yes, love, and yes. I will kiss thee and fondle and woo thee And mingle my lips into thine
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A PAEAN IN THE SPRINGTIDE 73 Sweeter than lips could have told, who loved better only to kiss ; Sweeter than hands could have written, who took delight in the glories Fierce of a triple embrace, a fadeless implacable bliss. Love is a sword whose blade is red, Love is a deed whose fruit is dead ; Love is a tiger, fierce of power, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Death shall come slow and soft, with the stealthy tread of a leopard ; While the few stars have grown dim, as he seeks for an innocent prey. Death shall pounce soon on the fold, where …
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…hing shall be no more ; Love is a bride of a bitter dower, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Where shall be Hylas then ? for his lonely lips are sighing, Vainly in hell for love, vainly for days gone by ; Where the incarnate flame of Lesbian lovers dying, Then where the world is past, and Heaven or hell draw nigh ? Heaven with cold and loveless lips, though his fruits be many, Hell with his red mouth hot, barren although he be. Hylas and Sappho choose, and are never denied of any, Hell’s most insatiate fangs, death and his empery.
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…clasp me, fervent breast that glides An eager snake, about my breast and sides, And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires, And lips ensanguine with unfed desires, Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head, Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crimson red, A very beast of prey ; and I like thee, Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me. But raise no head ; I know thee, breast and thigh, Lips, hair and eyes and mouth : I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. So, blood and body furious with breath That pants through …
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RONDELS 67 How the fond ruby rapier glides and slips ’ Twixt the white hills thou spreadest for me there ; How my red mouth immortal honey sips From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare When each the shrine of God Priapus clips In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear, Boy of red lips !
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…Prolong the orgie, shriek aloud With drunken vehemence above All violence more than Corybant To our Iacchian God—Absinthe ! Ah ! thy red lips, and its green glint ! Its wavy splendour, and the dance Thy belly weaves, a triple hint Of Hell, and Algiers, and France ! Ah ! Judas-love ! this flask we’ll drain, Kiss hard—and so to bed again !
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110 WITH DOG AND DAME We wake her passion, either one Licking each pouting pair of lips Till new sweet streams of nectar run. ’ Tis Autumn, and the dying breeze Murmurs “ embrace ”; the moon replies “ Embrace ” ; the soughing of the trees Calls us to linger loverwise, And drain our passion to the lees. ’ Tis Autumn. The belated dove Calls through the beeches, that bestir Themselves to kiss the skies above, As I will kiss with him and her. Leave us, sweet Autumn, to our love.
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…hough We could not speak. What need of language, barren and false and bleak, While our white arms could link each other so, And fond red lips their partners mutely seek ? What time for language, when our kisses flow Eloquent, warm, as words are cold and weak ?— Or now—Ah ! sweetheart, even were it so We could not speak !
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… lash the billows of the main Across the sea. I remain here in somber slavery Amid these winter gusts of bitter pain, And sorrow for thy lips in vain, in vain, Bound by the world’s inexorable chain, And parted from thee. Spirit of Liberty, Bear thou my kisses’ sunshine, my tears’ rain To him I love, who may one day love me, And bid him gladden at my amorous strain Across the sea.
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106 SLEEPING IN CARTHAGE SLEEPING IN CARTHAGE The month of thirst is ended. From the lips That hide their blushes in the golden wood A fervent fountain amorously slips, The dainty rivers of thy luscious blood ; Red streams of sweet nepenthe that eclipse The milder nectar that the gods hold good— How my dry throat, held hard between thy hips, Shall drain the moon-wrought flow of womanhood ! Divinest token of sterility, Strange barren fountain blushing from the womb, Like to an echo of Augustan gloom When all men drank this wine ; it maddens me W…