TRIBUTE

Never will you let me

Tire of leaping passion;

Never can I grow weary

Of undesired joys.

The delicate strength of your bosom;

Your hands’ incredible softness;

The fluent curve of your body;

The fierceness of your lips;

Ceaselessly do they call me —

You and your eloquent beauty

Are challenge and invitation

Too ravishing to resist.

Always the burning summons,

The sweet, imperative madness,

Rides over me, like a conqueror,

Careless and confident...

Even so goes Love,

Trampling and invincible;

With rapt and pitiless beauty,

Rough-shod over the world!