Cool cellar wine, <br />A summer vintage <br />Of many drunken seasons lovelorn, <br />I dreamt of kissing her eyes <br />On midnights scattered now <br />To oblivion. <br /> <br />Her waist in the moonlight, <br />She wore a simple dress more majestic <br />On her frame than a Rembrandt; <br />I fell victim to the tender ache of desire, <br />Orgasmic but as soft as a feather. <br /> <br />Jealousy and deprival, <br />The wearing away of youth <br />And tragic denial, <br />If only to weep <br />One more time beside her <br />Or study her slender wrists <br />Again in the sunlight!<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/surviving-existence-after-seeing-her/
