LOVERS IN A LONDON SHADOW - Tom Skeyhill Poems

 
 

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LOVERS IN A LONDON SHADOW

You two, who woo, take record of to-night;
(This corner, that arc-light):
For you may never feel again
Such joyful pain.

Your bodies, which do tremble, thrill and rock
In one bright carnal shock,
Will cool: your senses will relax
From their climax.

Hectic virgin fury rinsed with dew;
Red nerves; white lust!—If you
Could only keep in jewel-case
The word, the face.

To see you pull upon each other’s flesh,
And how you strain the mesh,
I fear eventual narrow bed
In which you’ll wed.

You group your bodies like old potter’s ware,
Moulded that people stare,
And placed on chimney-piece apart
To please their heart.

I hope you’ll not be thwarted in your lust
Now while you so trust.
You are too like that vernal green,
Once only seen.

Here is an orchard. While the fruit be sweet
Pluck all you can, and eat.
So many lovers mix like you,
But which are true?