Not With A Bang

nataliekills:

chickenshit:

A normal teenager:

Me:

I lay beside you … on your lips the while

Hovered, most strange … the mirage of a smile,

Such as a minstrel lover might have seen

Upon the visage of some antique queen—

Flickering like flame, half choked by wind and dust,

Weary of all things saving song and lust.

How many days and years and lovers’ lies

Gave you your knowledge? You are very wise

And tired, yet insatiate to the last.

These things I thought, but said not; and there passed

Before my vision in voluptuous quest,

The pageant of the lovers who possessed

Your soul and body even as I possess,

Who marked your passions in its nakedness

And all your love-sins when your love was new.

They saw as I your quivering breast, and drew

Nearer to the consuming flame that burns

Deep to the marrow of my bone, and turns

My heart to love even as theirs who knew

From head to girdle each sweet curve of you,

Each little way of loving. No caress,

But apes the part of former loves. Ah yes,

Even thus your hand toyed in the locks of him

Who came before me. Was he fair of limb

Or very dark? What matter, with such lures

You snared the hearts of all your paramours!

To-night I feel the presence of the others,

Your lovers were they and are now my brothers

And I have nothing that has not been theirs,

No single bloom the tree of passion bears

They have not plucked. Belovèd, can it be?

Is there no gift that you reserve for me—

No loving kindness or no subtle sin,

No secret shrine that none has entered in,

Whither no mocking memories pursue

Love’s wistful pilgrim? I am weary too,

With weariness of all your lovers, when

I follow in the ways of other men,

I know each spot of your sweet body is

A cross, the tombstone of some perished kiss.

A touch … and an innumerable host

Of shadows rises … at each side a ghost.

Withal its beauty and its faultless grace

Your body, dearest, is a haunted place.

When I did yield to passion’s swift demand,

One of your lovers touched me with his hand.

And in the pangs of amorous delight

I hear strange voices calling through the night.

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