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There is Poison for Each
Harken! There is poison for each
To swell the ecstasy in our reach
And make black the chords of speech.
The vial glistens, bubbles, tips
Pouring balm to thy silken lips,
Leave for me but a single drop
That both our hearts may stop
In this tomb of thorn bedight bowers
Whose shadow we pray devours
The ring we together bound
Upon this ice-clad, shaded ground
Where our brows with fever glisten
As we lie caressed and listen
To the flame invading our vein
With eternity’s scarlet reign.
Rejoice! Labored grows our low sighing,
We wish they who linger long life well,
For we do not mind the art of dying
If lovers wait for us in Hell.
My darling, the vial has run dry
Look! Look now to the twirling sky!
How it dances as our brains wither and reel:
Bruised, diamond-spotted, pearl-swept wheel,
Bidding welcome our souls by tonic’s grace
To the arms of the void in a chill embrace:
Let us explore, when we ascend
Avenues where fire and silence blend,
Let us walk causeways of emptiness
In our passing’s gown of tenderness
Let some passage our eternity unite
In the abyss we favor and bid Good night.
To swell the ecstasy in our reach
And make black the chords of speech.
The vial glistens, bubbles, tips
Pouring balm to thy silken lips,
Leave for me but a single drop
That both our hearts may stop
In this tomb of thorn bedight bowers
Whose shadow we pray devours
The ring we together bound
Upon this ice-clad, shaded ground
Where our brows with fever glisten
As we lie caressed and listen
To the flame invading our vein
With eternity’s scarlet reign.
Rejoice! Labored grows our low sighing,
We wish they who linger long life well,
For we do not mind the art of dying
If lovers wait for us in Hell.
My darling, the vial has run dry
Look! Look now to the twirling sky!
How it dances as our brains wither and reel:
Bruised, diamond-spotted, pearl-swept wheel,
Bidding welcome our souls by tonic’s grace
To the arms of the void in a chill embrace:
Let us explore, when we ascend
Avenues where fire and silence blend,
Let us walk causeways of emptiness
In our passing’s gown of tenderness
Let some passage our eternity unite
In the abyss we favor and bid Good night.
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