And you...

And you drank port with the grace of Undine, And the saliva of desire trickled down your chest. The men who entered you yesterday Have been tasted, spat out, dried up. Go. Go, O new triumphant alienations, Mourning in godless, blind copulation. Come down from the cross and end in rebirth, And merge headlong with the whole world in passion. Having sought no pleasure, return one day at dawn, And I will bless you wholly with my embrace. After all, a whore and a poet can have children. I love you as blindly as ever. Come down to me with your scorched wing, And I’ll mend every wrinkle on your face. A flawless maiden’s body has always drawn a man, But as for you and me… Well, why dwell on that?