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…THE sun of love shone through my love’s deep eyes And made a rainbow of her tender tears, And on her cheeks I saw a blush arise When her lips opened to say, loverwise, “ I love ”—and light broke through the cloud of fears That hid her eyes. The storm of passion woke in her red lips When first they clung to mine and rested there ; Lightnings of love were eager to eclipse That earlier sunshine, and her whole soul clips My soul—I kissed out life, within her hair Upon her lips. We parted lips from lips and soul from soul To new strange passions in …
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…told That the joys of desire In their secrets enfold, As the pillars of fire On the ocean of old ! O Lesbian maiden ! The delight of thy lips Is the voice of the Spring That the nightingales sing Over Winter’s eclipse, While my fingers enring The white limbs of thy sleep And my lips suck the lips Of the house of my dream, And press daintily deep, Till the joys are supreme That thine amorous mouth On the home of thy love Would exhaust the fierce drouth Of the rivers thereof, Till thy white body quiver With mystic emotion As the star-blossoms shi…
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…d of things Into her might, Up will the moon arise Through the black-azure skies : Birds shall sing litanies Still of delight. II Let my lips wander where Tender moss grows, Where through their dusky air Beams a red rose. Where the bee honey sips Let my desirous lips, Kissing, unclose 23
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THE CANNIBALS ALL night no change, no whisper. Scarce a breath, But lips closed hard upon the cup of death To drain its sweetest poison. Scarce a sigh Beats the dead hours out ; scarce a melody Of measured pulses quickened with the blood Of that desire which pours its deadly flood Through soul and shaken body ; scarce a thought, But sense through spirit most divinely wrought To perfect feeling ; only through the lips Electric ardour kindles, flashes, slips Through all the circle to her lips again, And thence, unwavering, flies to mine, to drain…
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24 IN A LESBIAN MEADOW Delicate lips and chaste, Sweetness divine to taste While the sun glows ; There in the dusk to dwell By the sweet water-well In the wood’s deepest dell Where—my love knows. III Skies are grown redder far ; Tempest draws nigher ; Dark lowers a single star ; Mars, like the fire ! Fiercer our lips engage ; Limbs, eyes, ears gather rage ; Sharp grows desire. Hear thy short bitter cries ? Pity thine agonies ? Loose, though love tire ? Nay, neither hear nor spare ; Frenzy shall mock at prayer ; Torture’s red torch shall flare T…
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…t clasp me ; fervent breast that glides An eager snake, about my breast and sides ; Teeth keen to bite, red tongue that never tires, And lips ensaguine with unfed desires, A very beast of prey ; hot hands caress, And violent breath that surfeits not excess. But raise no head ! I know thee, breast and thigh, Lips, hair, and eyes, and mouth : I will not die But thou come with me o’er the gate of death. So, bloody and body furious with breath That pants through foaming kisses, let us stay Gripped hard together to kiss life away, Mouths drowned in …
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…ecede ; within the fiery circle of their glance Warm writhing woman-horses dance a shameless Bacchanal of sin ; Foam whips their reeking lips, and still the flower-witch nestles to my lips, Twines her swart lissome legs and hips, half serpent and half devil, till My whole self seems to lie in her ; her kisses draw my breath ; my face Loses its lustre in the grace of her quick bosom ; sinister The raving spectres reel ; I see beyond my Circe’s eyes no shape Save vague cloud-measures that escape the dance’s whirling witchery.
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…! I woke ! and in a well’s untroubled pool I saw my face—and I was ugly now ! Blood-spattered ebony eyelash and white brow ! Blood on my lips, and hair, and breast ! “ Thou fool ! ” A horrid torture in my heart—and then I licked my lips : the tigress tasted blood. My changèd features—wash them in the flood Of murder ! This is power over men And angels. I will lift the twisted rod, And make my power as the power of God ! I made my beauty as it was before. I learned strange secrets ; by my love and skill I bent creation to my wanded will. I tuned…
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48 THE BLOOD-LOTUS Nor heed the haggard sun’s eclipse, feeling thy perfume fill my hair, And all thy dark caresses wear sin’s raiment on thy melting lips— Nay, by the witchcraft of thy charms to sleep, nor dream that God survive ; To wake, this only to contrive—fresh passions in thy naked arms ; And, at that moment when thy breath mixes with mine, like wine, to call Each memory, one merged into all, to kiss, to sleep, to mate with death !
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… error to be weak ? Was my kiss the chief offender Pressed upon thy blushing cheek ? Was it sin to press and press thee Till thy burning lips at last Madly kissed me ? How I bless thee, Now, for that superb repast ! All-consuming, all-devouring, All-absorbing, burnt the flame ; Burnt unchecked till, hotly showering, Passion disregarded Shame ! Was it sin—that moonlight madness ? Was our passion so accurst ? Sweetness damned to mother Sadness ? Satisfaction to bring Thirst ? II
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…ith the grave and loves of Parthia for sport. I think perhaps no longer yet, but dream and lust for stranger things Than ever sucked the lips of kings, or fed the tears of Mahomet. Quaint carven vampire bats, unseen in curious hollows of the trees, Or deadlier serpents coiled at ease round carcasses of birds unclean ; All wandering changeful spectre shapes that dance in slow sweet measure round And merge themselves in the profound, nude women and distorted apes
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…ssential joys that these Dank odours bring, that starry seas wash white in vain ; intense and warm The scents fulfil ; they permeate all lips, all arteries, and fire New murmured music on the lyre that throbs the horrors they create. Omniscient blossom ! Is thy red slack bosom fresher for my kiss ? Are thy loves sharper ? Hast thou bliss in all the sorrow of the dead ?
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… god-appointed station. Lycian, listen ! My prayers more eloquent than olden chants Long since grown dumb on the soft forgetful airs— My lips are loud to herald thee : my prayers Keener to follow. I do aspire, as thy long sunbeam slants Upon my crown ; I do aspire to thee As no man yet—I am in ecstasy ! Hear me, Apollo ! My chant wakes elemental flakes of light Flashing along the sandal-footed floor. All listening spirits answer and adore Thee, the amazing ! I follow to the eagle-baffling sight, Limitless oceans of abounding space ; Purposed to…
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42 THE BLOOD-LOTUS Why art thou paler when the moon grows loftier in the troublous sky ? Why dost thou beat and heave when I press lips of fire, hell’s princeliest boon, To thy mad petals, green and gold like angels’ wings, when as a flood God’s essence fills them, and the blood throughout their web grows icy cold ? To thy red centre are my eyes held fast and fervent, as at night Some sad miasma lends a light of strange and silent blasphemies To lure a soul to hell, to draw some saint’s charred lust, to tempt, to win Another sacrifice to sin, a…
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…men mad ; no mystic fragrance from his skin Sheds a loose hint of subtle sin such as the queen Faustina had. Thou drawest me. Thy golden lips are carven Cleopatra wise. Large, full, and moist, within them lies the silver rampart, whence there slips That rosy flame of love, the spring of blood at my light bidding spilt ; And thy desires, if aught thou wilt, are softer at my suffering. Fill up with Death Life’s loving-cup ! Give me the knowledge, me the power For some new sin one little hour, provoking Hell to belch us up.
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… chill Whispers “ He lingers still. I am alone.” IV But to-night the lamp must be wasted, And the delicate hurt must ache, And the sweet lips moan untasted, My lady lie lonely awake. The night is taken from love, and love’s guerdon Is life and its burden. To-night if I turn to my lover I must ask : If she be ? who am I ? To-night if her heart I uncover No heart in the night I espy. I am grips with the question of eld, and the sphinx holds fast My eyes to the past. Who am I, when I say I languish ? Who is she, if I call her mine ? And the fool’s…
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…ur Untrodden Land ? ALEISTER CROWLEY. PARIS, A.B. 2446. I MIGHTEIST Self ! Supreme in Self-Contentment ! Sole Spirit gyring in its own ellipse ; Palpable, formless, infinite presentment Of thine own light in thine own soul’s eclipse ! Let thy chaste lips Sweep through the empty aethers guarding thee (As in a fortress girded by the sea The raging winds and wings of air Lift the wild waves and bear Innavigable foam to seaward), bend thee down, 74
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…oured of that breast of breathing snow, Caught in the meshes of her fine-spun hair, Rocked by the beating of her bosom fair, Held by her lips too tempting and too warm, Bewitched by every beauty of her form, The blush upon her cheek is deeper red, Half glad, and half repenting what she said. A moment’s struggle, as her form I press ; One soft sad sigh. Love conquers. I possess. * From “ Green Alps,” a volume (luckily) burnt at the printers, and so dropped.—R. P. L. 5
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ANIMA LUNAE I27 Grew as a flower that opens at the dawn Their kiss : for touch of lips is death to love. Even as the gentle plant one finger presses, However soft the tress is Of even the air’s profane caresses, It closes, all its joy of light withdrawn ; The sun feels sadness in his skies above, Because one flower is folded. Thus they floated Most deathlessly devoted Beyond the trees, and where the hills divide To take the nighted tide Into a darker, deeper, greener breast, Maybe to find—what rest ? Now to those girdling mountains moon-exalted…
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… and laughed upon the Ancient One. For He was silent as my body’s kiss, And sleeping as my many-coloured hair, And living as my eyes and lips ; and where The vast creation round him cried “ He Is ! ”, No murmur reached Him ; He was set alone, Alone and central. And my eyes were dim; I worshipped even ; for I envied Him. So, moving upward to the azure throne, I spread my arms unto that ambient mist ; Lifted my life and soul up to be kissed !