TO A SICILIAN BOY
Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,
Thine exquisite breasts and arms adorable;
The wonders of thy heavenly throat compel
Such fire of love as even my dreams escape:
I love thee as the sea-foam loves the cape,
Or as the shore the sea's enchanting spell:
In sweets the blossoms of thy mouth excel
The tenderest bloom of peach or purple grape.
I love thee, sweet! Kiss me, again, again!
Thy kisses soothe me as tired earth the rain;
Between thine arms I find mine only bliss:
Ah let me in thy bosom still enjoy
Oblivion of the past, divinest boy,
And the dull ennui of a woman's kiss!
Love, I adore the contours of thy shape,
Thine exquisite breasts and arms adorable;
The wonders of thy heavenly throat compel
Such fire of love as even my dreams escape:
I love thee as the sea-foam loves the cape,
Or as the shore the sea's enchanting spell:
In sweets the blossoms of thy mouth excel
The tenderest bloom of peach or purple grape.
I love thee, sweet! Kiss me, again, again!
Thy kisses soothe me as tired earth the rain;
Between thine arms I find mine only bliss:
Ah let me in thy bosom still enjoy
Oblivion of the past, divinest boy,
And the dull ennui of a woman's kiss!