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First Line: Circe, the wine of circe! Sorceress, I
Last Line: Life dies into the ecstacy of death.
Subject(s): Circe; Death; Dead, The


Circe, the wine of Circe! Sorceress, I
Have lived, but can your magic bid me die?
I would die exquisitely, of the bliss
Of one intense, intolerable kiss.
Cease these caresses, brimming at my lips,
While, fluttering, your magnetic finger-tips
Race in a maze of circles up my arm.
Silently, let your eyes begin their charm.
You lean above me, and you strain me close,
Pantingly close, against your breast: the rose
Of your lips reddens to a rose of fire,
That sinks and wavers, odorously, nigher.
And your breast beats upon me like a sea
Of warmth and perfume, ah! engulphing me
Into the softness of its waves that cover
My drowning senses amorously over.
Your eyes intoxicate me: deeper yet
Pour me oblivion! I shall soon forget
Earth holds another woman: let me drain,
Circe, the wine of Circe, once again!
The rose of fire descends, the stars of fire
Bend from the night of heaven to my desire,
And your eyes burn on mine, and your lips burn
Like living fire through all my veins that yearn,
As, with one throb of rapt, surrendering breath,
Life dies into the ecstacy of Death.





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