Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay....
Oh for an herb to place upon my tongue to bring your tongue to mine..
Oh for a potion I could drink or slip to you at some stale dinner party....
Oh for your nail parings... Oh for your hairs... stirred in a brew, baked in a millet cake...
I would make a stew, a soup, a lover's mix to bring your lovely thighs to mine.
I would boil bats if not babies & toads if not theologians to make you care....
I would enter your blood like malaria, enter your eyes like laser beams, enter your palms like the holy spirit causing stigmata to a sex-starved saint!
Oh, love, I would spell you evol if mere anagrams would bring you near....
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" I would enter your blood like malaria,
Enter your eyes like laser beams....."
Rob