VI
You grind your tiny shoes into my face;
You roll upon the furs before the fire,
Smiting and cursing in the devil's race
Whose goal and prize is Unassuaged Desire.
You rub your naked body against mine:
You madden me by blows and bites and kisses;
You make me drunken with your stormy wine;
We swoon, we roll into unguessed abysses
Of torture and of bliss; we wake and yearn,
Doing violence on ourselves—anon we are slain,
Slain and reborn again to ache and burn:
Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain.
—At last you see, my maiden? Kiss me! Kiss!
There is no end—happy or not—to this!
You roll upon the furs before the fire,
Smiting and cursing in the devil's race
Whose goal and prize is Unassuaged Desire.
You rub your naked body against mine:
You madden me by blows and bites and kisses;
You make me drunken with your stormy wine;
We swoon, we roll into unguessed abysses
Of torture and of bliss; we wake and yearn,
Doing violence on ourselves—anon we are slain,
Slain and reborn again to ache and burn:
Aeon on aeon thunders through our brain.
—At last you see, my maiden? Kiss me! Kiss!
There is no end—happy or not—to this!
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