When sex and fire were
Youthful pools, he wading on,
Splashed 'round, sipped the deep,
Did not remember
The loss in stealing, and drained
The future floods; and,
Did not know then that
Depth, blindly, fully deep could
Pour from loving lips,
Flooding his bank on
Over her banks and her back;
And then, then to drink
From those oceans red
With womanly water—no,
But wine. Oh to drink!
He did not know then
What it is to be desert
And know of ocean,
That there's nothing fine
As the drink of the only
Woman you have loved.
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