Flower of Love
- THE perfume of your body dulls my sense.
- I want wine nor weed; your breath alone
- Suffices. In this moment rare and tense
- I worship at your breast. The flower is blown,
- The saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,
- The yellow heart is radiant now with dew
- Soft-scented, redolent of my loved South;
- O flower of love! I give myself to you.
- Uncovered on your couch of figured green,
- Here let us linger indivisible.
- The portals of your sanctuary unseen
- Receive my offering, yielding unto me.
- Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!
- The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the flute
- Whose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,
- While we lie loving, passionate and mute.
- Claude McKay
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