Let us live my Lesbia
& let us love, & consider
All the rumors
Of crotchety old men
Centless!
Suns fall able to rise again,
But for us
once this brief light falls
Is one
night,
One night that we will sleep, endlessly.
Give me kisses a thousand, a hundred
Then a thousand again, then a second hundred
& then another thousand, continuously
& a hundred yet.Then when we’ve made so many thousands
Our kisses will confuse them
Lest we know, or lest
Someone fix us
With the evil eye,
Knowing how many the kisses
~jwl
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