|Sappho’s Frag. 31|
by Julian X  /  poetry  /  11 Aug 2007
Blessed, blessed, blessed, like a god blessed,
that man who sits w/ you, has the present
of your Presence, has the company
of your soothing voice
and that sweet laugh of yours, which sets
my heart beating, THUMPING
in my chest. To look at you, the sight, the vision of you, &
I can't ... speak ...
my tongue collapses,
then a sudden fire racesthroughmyveins,
my eyes can't see
and my ears POUND POUND POUND;
I feel sweat running,
my body shivers, trembles.
I feel pale, paler than dry, brittle grass,
and death feels suddenly close, intimate, inches away & about to hit.
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