| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Thou Art a Flower | | Anonymous |
| | (From The Point of View)
THOU art a flower, dear heart, a fragrant flower | |
| And I, the wandering, hair-clad, amorous bee. | |
| ’Mongst all the regal beauties of the bower, | |
| I seek but thee. | |
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| I feel the ivory of thy petals fair | 5 |
| Brush lightly on my belly as I woo | |
| And I would sting thee, if I did but dare, | |
| So sweet are you. | |
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| I suck the honey from your dewy bowl | |
| And drunken mad, with wild, delirious bliss, | 10 |
| Within your cup, I yield to you my soul | |
| And drink your kiss. | |
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| Oh! petals sweet, close in and crush me dead. | |
| I am consumed in flames of passion’s fire. | |
| What else is left, when this dear hour hath fled. | 15 |
| But dead desire? | |
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| The juice of poppy flowers and breath of rose, | |
| Wistaria’s purple, blood-flecked lilies white, | |
| I pilfer and when, soft, your petals close, | |
| When comes the night. | 20 |
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| I pour the passions of the world of flowers | |
| Deep in beyond the lips of quivering red. | |
| Your life is mine to craze the trembling hours, | |
| All else is dead. | | | | |
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