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T. R. Smith, comp.  Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse.  1921–22.
Thou Art a Flower
(From The Point of View)

THOU art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower
  And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee.
’Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower,
          I seek but thee.
I feel the ivory of thy petals fair        5
  Brush lightly on my belly as I woo
And I would sting thee, if I did but dare,
          So sweet are you.
I suck the honey from your dewy bowl
  And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss,        10
Within your cup, I yield to you my soul
          And drink your kiss.
Oh! petals sweet, close in and crush me dead.
  I am consumed in flames of passion’s fire.
What else is left, when this dear hour hath fled.        15
          But dead desire?
The juice of poppy flowers and breath of rose,
  Wistaria’s purple, blood-flecked lilies white,
I pilfer and when, soft, your petals close,
          When comes the night.        20
I pour the passions of the world of flowers
  Deep in beyond the lips of quivering red.
Your life is mine to craze the trembling hours,
          All else is dead.

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