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…sirable, ‘The touch that fires, the next kiss, and the whole Body embracing, symbol of the soul, And all the perfect passion of an hour. Turn to me, pluck that amaranthine flower, And leave the doubtful blossoms of the sky! You dare not kiss me! dare not draw you nigh Lest I should lure you to remain! nor speak Lest you should catch the blood within your cheek Mantling. You dared enough—so long ago!— ‘When to my blossom body clean as snow You pressed your bosom till desire was pain, And—then—that midnight! you did dare remain Though all my limb…
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…l my veins burst for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet! Spurn me no more! O bid these strangers go; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow; * * * * * * make delight the minister of pain, pain the father of a new delight, a lamp of torture for the night to be borne without a cry eEEEij 5 a i i i PESyOsEE>ortenEenaluptrieAERfe4:aids 901)
1922 · PDF PAGE 6
…oice or touch you. Ah! the hour! He moves. Come back, come back, my life’s one flower! Come back. One kiss before you leave me. So! Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go; Tt is my right—you must. Oh no! Oh no! A SAINT’S DAMNATION (By Aleister Crowley. From The Soul of Osiris. 1901) YOU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Pas…