(A Study in Saffron)
I love your topaz-coloured eyes
That light with blame these midnight streets,
I love your body when it lies
Like amber on the silken sheets.
I love the honey-coloured hair
That ripples to your ivory hips;
I love the languid listless air
With which you kiss my boyish lips.
I love the bows that bend above
Those eyelids of chalcedony:
But most of all, my love! I love
Your beautiful fierce chastity!
10 Nov. 89
11 Ryder Street