Thursday, 20 September 2018

Amores - 41: Dissolute

Many years have I still to burn, detained
Like a candle flame on this body; but I enshine        
A darkness within me, a presence which sleeps contained    
In my flame of living, her soul enfolded in mine.     

And through these years, while I burn on the fuel of life,            
What matter the stuff I lick up in my living flame,   
Seeing I keep in the fire-core, inviolate,        
A night where she dreams my dreams for me, ever the same.           

-          D.H. Lawrence

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