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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 !
… “ EREBUS “ “ EREBUS ” Something of monstrous in our love, 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 lov…
60 ODE TO VENUS CALLIPYGE O thy dark daughter ! their breasts are slack, Their lips so large and as poppies red ; They lie in a furious barren bed ; They lie on their faces, their eyelids lack Tears, and their cheeks are as roses dead ; White are their throats, but upon the back Red blood is clotted in gouts of black. All on their sides are the wounds of lust, Down, from the home of their auburn hair Down to the feet that we find so fair ; Where the red sword has a secret thrust Pain, and delight, and desire they share. Verily, pain ! and thy d…
…he unquiet shades Of night make noises in the darkened room. Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom I might behold thine eyes as red as fire, A tigress maddened with supreme desire. White arms that 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 …
…on of 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.
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…
… storm, the star That lit my bestial lupanar ! Her breasts are Golgotha to me ! Her lips, his dripping hands and feet ! Her secret-cinctured armoury Of pleasures seems—how utter sweet !— The gaping spear-wound in his side Wherein I smote the Crucified ! Come, night ! dip, shadows ! Only let One incense-flame burn red and low, Regild the golden coronet, Gleam on her nude lewd hips, and glow On hours of weariless desire, A bastard and infernal fire. Smite me, my fiend-fair whore, nor spare My raging hips, but wake again The old desires ere I’m aw…
…nd her, seems to sympathize ; Through selfish, yet despair in both our eyes Gives us a link of love. The darkling room Is fearsome ; one red light throughout the gloom Thrills my void veins with horror. On the couch The gruesome hound with sleepy stare doth crouch. His red hard eye upon me. Every shelf Of noisome books reflects my hideous self ! Lucky I burnt my picture ! Snakes on floor Writhe, lick my legs, I fear them. By the door
VICTORY 105 Here with thy fingers fierce and deft, Take me, all bloody as it is, And plunge within thy furious cleft My fierce red pillar to the heft ! Suck deep the poison. Now I wis The sweet pollution of thy breath Was never so divine ! Thy Kiss ! Ah, sweet Lord Christ ! So sweet as this ! Ah, Christ ! Together ! Passion ! Death !
…121 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 !
… although 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 !
…. 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 With yearnings after new divinity, Prize of thy draught, some where beyond …
…l the tongue Slip eager through the teeth, while clings The lissome body, borne on wings Of pain unspeakable, unsung, To that tormentor, red and cruel, Those teeth that bit for joy, and clung Murderously amorous, while the young Tender flesh burned, a quivering fuel For strange desire, for strange desire, Passion and penitence, and dule, Love glowing some unholy jewel Glittering frightful mid the mire. Oh ! Love, what utter sweetness yet ! What agony of curst hell-fire, Shame, lust, and infamy, and ire, Wrath in the highest heavens set, Shame i…
118 LA 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 th…
…th and heaven to hell, And listen ’ mid the roar and wrack, With pleasure to creation’s knell, Thy marriage bell ? “ I will not turn the Red Sea back That thou mayst pass again dry-shod : Thou hast chosen, thou shalt live the black Dry years out till thou cleave the sod, And meet thy God. “ What are thy good deeds ? This one thing Thou hast not done. This chiefest task
… not give more signs ; But I Will come with heavy hand and deed And give men knowledge ere they die How their priests lie. “ A gospel marred, a bastard creed, A dogma out of hell ye teach ! False shepherds, ye shall learn your meed ; Not as waves breaking on the beach My wrath shall reach ! “ I forget not—heed not my cry, Play out the farce, wed fast the twain !— Red judgment and black death draw nigh, Your blasphemies shall all be vain, And your souls slain. “ Vipers ! on him my mercy falls Perchance, at last, in heaven ; but ye
…e would desire of me, the flood That wells from shrines of Paradise. Her other hand is mischievous To bid the monster Dane grow mad, His red-haw gaze grows mutinous, Her eyes have lost the calm they had, My body grows all amorous. My tongue within her mouth excites Her dirtiest lust, her vilest dream ; His greedy mouth her bosom bites ; He cannot hold, his eyeballs gleam ; He burns to consummate the rites.
…e till I tire : But we must part, and love must die. Nor thus did love’s embraces wane, Though lusty limbs grow idle quite ; Our mouths’ red vales are over-fain To suck the sweetness from the night ; And amorously, with touches light, Steal passion from reluctant pain. So has the daystar fled again Before the blushes of the sky, So did I clasp thy knees in vain : For we must part, and love must die. You say another’s sensuous lips Shall open to my kisses there :
…st comeliest children, who wearest Wounds for delight, whose desire shall stain Star-space with blood as the price thou sharest With thy red lovers, whose passing pain Ripens to marvellous after-gain. Thou art the fair, the wise, the divine, Thou art our mother, our goddess, our life, Thou art our passion, our sorrow, our strife, Thou, on whose forehead no lights ever shine, Thou, our Redeemer, our mistress, our wife, Thou, barren sister of deathlier brine, Venus Callipyge, mother of mine !
…inging and biting amain, as the night becomes golden with fire. Dawn brings reason back, and the violet eyes grow sadder, Eyes that were red in the dark, eyes of enfevered desire. Eyes that wrote songs with a glance, whose look sang the sweetest of stories,