shall we vibrate with the earth tonight
or wax with the moon
perhaps a light candle bright
guttering at the breezy door
in gasping flame
for love is never still nor solid
but seeks the touch of lips
and tongue
shall we
shall we
shall we throw ourselves on air
abandoned whirled
let down our hair
and dance we two without
come let love be the theme
mine the gold of the seam
it need not be a dream
oh rhyme oh rhyme
sublime in love
shall we
drink and know we are
The Blue Book
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