18 
DÉDICACE 
 
Lie close ;  no pity, but a little love.  
Kiss me but once and all my pain is paid.  
Hurt me or soothe, stretch out one limb above  
Like a strong man who would constrain a maid.  
Touch me ;  I shudder and my lips turn back  
Over my shoulder if so be that thus  
My mouth may find thy mouth, if aught there lack  
To thy desire, till love is one with us.  
 
God !  I shall faint with pain, I hide my face  
For shame.  I am disturbed, I cannot rise,  
I breathe hard with thy breath ;  thy quick embrace  
Crushes ;  thy teeth are agony—pain dies  
In deadly passion.  Ah !  you come—you kill me !    
Christ ! God ! Bite ! Bite ! Ah Bite ! Love’s fountains fill me.