The
sexuality of bereavement
In soothe I lend a
gracious ear
Your sobbing, somehow
sexual
Come to my bosom.
The help I bring
Is all my pleasure
you lonely, dear thing
Oh, cruel love, when
held by you
My sanity does fly
You lie there mourning
with looks of desire
'T is beauty when
you cry
Drink my grieving love
Desire and wine go
well
Sleep, I'll watch
over you
Relief? Time will
tell
Secrecy fosters passion
You stay untouched
I know you are alone
With peace I care
much
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