Dance
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Fancy yourself dressed,In the fanciest gown,Decked with the rubies of a life once loved,In all your aromatic kisses,And eyes that glow in the haze of a summer’s night.Beauty! Now, dance for me. Find me in the garden,With thy roses plucked,And thy breasts revealed,I find your loneliness a thwarting thing,I find no pleasure,From the previous day.…
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Faced with a cheek,Of rose and ivory together,Unlike the many splintered faces,Not rent apart by so many tears,That you keep beneath the swept reddish hair,I feel thee, with a weight that pulls, and does not press. I believe,That love can truly dance.It is, as I’ve seen it, with eyes upon the hands,At thy waist, and…
Modern Romanticism 