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White Stains
WHITE STAINS
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White Stains
WHITE STAINS THE LITERARY REMAINS OF GEORGE ARCHIBALD BISHOP A NEUROPATH OF THE SECOND EMPIRE
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1898 · PDF PAGE 60
White Stains
…d room. Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom I might behold thine eyes as red as fire, A tigress maddened with supreme desire. White arms that clasp me, fervent breast that glides An eager snake, about my breast and sides, And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires, And lips ensanguine with unfed desires, Hot breath and hands, dishevelled hair and head, Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crimson red, A very beast of prey ; and I like thee, Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me. But raise no head ; I know thee, breast and thigh…
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RONDELS 67 How the fond ruby rapier glides and slips ’ Twixt the white hills thou spreadest for me there ; How my red mouth immortal honey sips From thy ripe kisses, and sucks nectar rare When each the shrine of God Priapus clips In hot mouth passionate more than man may bear, Boy of red lips !
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…rimson cheek Of either, told our tale of love, although We could not speak. What need of language, barren and false and bleak, While our white arms could link each other so, And fond red lips their partners mutely seek ? What time for language, when our kisses flow Eloquent, warm, as words are cold and weak ?— Or now—Ah ! sweetheart, even were it so We could not speak !
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… ruby bowl Whose wine was wickedness. They were strange lips, I ween, Whereon no kiss might be, And teeth were sharp therein ; Ivory and white and keen, Tameless as hungering sea. Strange body of my desire, Voluptuous, lithe, and wan ; For, on my eyes drawn nigher,
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…ten lyre : Maid of dark eyes. Grant me thy love, earth’s last surpassing prize, Me, cast upon the faggots of love’s pyre For love of the white bosom that underlies The subtle passion of thy snowy attire, The shadowy secret of thine amorous thighs, The inmost shrine of my supreme desire, Maid of dark eyes ! 2 Boy of red lips, pale face, and golden hair, Of dreamy eyes of love, and finger-tips Rosy with youth, too fervid and too fair, Boy of red lips.
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82 AT KIEL AT KIEL Oh, the white flame of limbs in dusky air, The furnace of thy great grey eyes on me Turned till I shudder. Darkness on the sea, And wan ghost-lights are flickering everywhere So that the world is ghastly. But within Where we two cling together, and hot kisses Stray to and fro amid the wildernesses Of swart curled locks ! I deem it a sweet sin, So sweet that fires of hell have no more power On body and soul to quench the lustrous flame Of that desire that burns between us twain. What is Eternity, seeing we hold this hour For a…
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…; no leprous cobra shall disclose The many-seated, multiform, divine, essential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm
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… The luxury of the obscene kiss, The carnal anguish, and the sight Of sore bloody breasts and thighs, The bright green river foamed with white, The horrid spasms of the night. Long have we lusted on this wise ; Now one delight, the last is left— Come, I will lick thine haggard eyes, And wallow on thee straddle-wise.
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…long sinuous hands And hate triumphant in blue-murderous eyes ! I nerve myself to spring upon and pierce With maddening fangs those firm white bosom towers, To tear those lithe voluptuous limbs apart And glut my ravening soul with vengeance. Heart Quickens as she draws near ; the scent of flowers Breathes round her damnéd presence. Shall she live To triumph with those tainted lips of song— She whispered “ Dearest, I have kept thee long ” I flung myself before her, “ Love, forgive ! ”
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…, Yet I will think upon the nights I whispered into passionate ears The fond desires, the sweet faint fears. My lover’s limbs of lissome white Gleamed in the darkness and strange light, The wondrous orbs voluptuously Bent on me all unearthly bright : But we must part, and love must die.
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…n weary, steal those luscious sips ; Another’s hands play in my hair And find delight for me to bare The bosom, and the passionate mound White and, for Venus’ temple, round, A garden of wild thyme whose eye My sword shall piece, and never wound : For we must part, and love must die. You say—but Oh ! my Marion’s kiss Shall linger on my palate still, No joy on earth is like to this That we have tasted to our fill Of all our sweet lascivious will. The cup is drained of lust’s delight, Yet wells with pleasure, and by night I’ll come once more and l…
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…poppies red ; They lie in a furious barren bed ; They lie on their faces, their eyelids lack Tears, and their cheeks are as roses dead ; White are their throats, but upon the back Red blood is clotted in gouts of black. All on their sides are the wounds of lust, Down, from the home of their auburn hair Down to the feet that we find so fair ; Where the red sword has a secret thrust Pain, and delight, and desire they share. Verily, pain ! and thy daughters trust Thou canst bid roses spring out of dust. Mingle, ye children of such a queen, Mingle,…
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…gs of our lust. We shall be weary of kisses, weary of all the caresses Man or his sisters of shame dream or devise or obtain ; Cover the white limbs ashamed with the fiery impas- sionate tresses, Once for a bed to delight, now for a covering to pain. Love is a fruit with rotted core, Love is a thing shall be no more ; Love is a bride of a bitter dower, Easily fades a spring-tide flower. Where shall be Hylas then ? for his lonely lips are sighing, Vainly in hell for love, vainly for days gone by ; Where the incarnate flame of Lesbian lovers dyin…
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