  MY soul is flailed by myriad little whips That sweetly sting my tender thoughts, but yet There comes a time when I would fain forget The small red cruelty that’s in your lips. Forget your eyes, that ferret me from sleep, And, if no power can help me from above, I’ll beat your slender body into love And bruise your silken throat until you weep. In violence is love omnipotent— The subtlest is the fiercely-bitten kiss That purity and passion interweaves Until we never know what life has meant And wait for the supremity of bliss— The silent thunder floating in the leaves. |
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