primera antología de la poesía homosexual - Frente de Afirmación ...

By his life-spasm ; but he being gone , the same
Myself is gone,
SUCKED BY THE DRAGON DOWN BELOW
DEATH'S HORIZON.
1 woke from this. 1 lay upon the lawn;
They had thrown ROSES on the moss
With all their THORNS,
we came there at the dawn,
My lord and 1, God sailed across
The sky in's galleon of amber, drawn
By singing WINDS,
While we wove garlands of the flowers
of our minds.
All day my lover deigned to MURDER ME,
Linking his kisses in a chain
About my neck; DEMON-embroidery!
Bruises like far-off mountains stain
The valley of my body of ivory!
Then last carne sleep.
1 wake, and he is gone; what should 1 do but
weep?
Nay, for 1 wept enough -more sacred tears!-
WHEN FIRST HE PINNED ME, GRIPPED
MY FLESH, AND AS A STALLION
THAT REARS,
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