Poesy from a wannabe

Ah, ah, thy beauty! Like a beast it bites,

Stings like an adder, like an arrow it smites

Anactoria

Swinburne

(I read in Carson, the sappho who threw herself off the rocks, was not the poet, but another, this, a lezzo reading of Swinburne which is a male reading of lesbianism)

To see you, as you are, we 2,

Soul 2 soul, unembodied,

Is more pain, than your arm

Enslaving me, my flesh for your own,

And the strength of desire,

In my soul when I see thee,

Passion bursts stars apart, it

Inflames me, burns your name

On my tongue so it’s all I speak,

And you there, vast as the sea,

But unembodied and cannot reach, tortures me thru the core

Feverish,

Above and below, woman, for

One drop, I’d give myself what I would never have before: utterly