You are my joy with all your lovers,
spreading beauty everywhere,
like some magic faerie queen
on special visit for some inspiration
like on some esoteric mission,
which seems well to prove efficient.
Am I not proud to be your formost lover then,
who never found but harmony in your society
of love and beauty to infinity
and no small lustful nights between?
Can I hope for this to be a continuity?
Of course, we always did return
from any wayward journey;
but my chief concern is this,
that even our journey through eternity
on wings of love more stable than the earth
must reach an end and harbour,
temporarily at least.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2010-06-03 at 10:31
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