Beloved, when thou shrink in my arms,
And put thy lips on my thumping heart,
I feel sucked to celestial charms,
While thy long hair, like jasmine flirt.
Aha that twist of thy slender body!
Creeps which immeasurable lengths,
Infinite I feel, O my great lady,
Time’s measure lost; a second worth months!
Those wide voluptuous eyes closing
And parting somewhat betwix eyelids,
For other world they are opening;
In that fainting look heaven glides.
Still, I love thee not for such forgetfulness,
I do, of course, when remember thy bodylessness.
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