Passing twice through ears, it looses
Its thin divine kinkiness....
I felt it undulate my soul—
Lavender water, pitted and heaved to huge, uneasy circles.
Let Me Not Live Too Long
Never will my crumbling tongue hug the drying sides of the basin,
Slaying the last, delicate drops.
Fire have I tasted;
It has flicked me but never burnt—
I shall leave it before it breaks into me.