love, fool of passion // foe of reason,
didact me dumb
to dance me dead
& all the while burning be.
for I shall be to you as salt
to dark and teeming sea.

the teeth of devouring mouths
demean me down
to drown me deep
and i shall in the morning fall,
ceasing then my glut and song
indictive of it all.

o love, wound of heart! // balm of heart!
embrace me close
to bid me sleep
and all my dreaming see.
for you shall be to me a storm
and I shall burning be.

§407 · October 19, 2004 · Tags: ·

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