easiness, of manner, speak,
yawning stretch of slumber reach--
feather touch of hand in trace--
kissing lips, your whiskered face....
damp with welcome morning dew--
I have had the best of you--
still but just a stitch of lace--
tide returning to the beach,
from fathoms' heartless beating beat...
Oh but to feel those fingers dwell,
pardon of the Lover's Hell,
or Heaven, pouting,
lips in swell,
Desire--starved--ground 'tween my teeth--
take you now, what's left of me...
pull the rope that rings this bell--
swallow salt, sweet from the sea...
Pacify my lips--this dream--
and wake me not, alone in Hell.
Keep me now, within your keep,
Wake me not from this sweet spell.