that „sensual phosphoresence
my youth delighted in“
now lies almost behind me
like a land of dreams
wherein an angel
of hot sleep
dances like a diva
in a strange veils
thru which desire
looks and cries
and still she dances
dances still
and still she comes
at me
with breathing breasts
and secret lips
and (ah)
bright eyes
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