Did I love thee? I only did desire
To hold thy body unto mine,
And smite it with strange fire
Of kisses burning as a wine,
And catch thy odorous hair, and twine
It through my fingers amorously.
Did I love thee?
Did I love thee? I only did desire
To drink the perfume of thy blood
In vision, and thy senses tire
Seeing them shift from ebb to flood
In consonant sweet interlude,
And if love such a thing not be,
I loved not thee.
~
by
George Moore
Feb 1852-Jan 1933
an Irish novelist, short-story writer, poet,
art critic, memoirist and dramatist
…one of the poems I read at the Chuckanut Sandstone Writer’s Theater
monthly open mic, 2/12/2014, held at the Firehouse Cafe, in Fairhaven
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shannon p. laws 