(After Renée Vivien)

“And certainly I slept, in a dream, with the maid of Cyprus”
– Sappho

O maid of Cyprus you were momently mine
Pallid I served for your sadistic games
Traversing blindly your fleshform divine
In light of Vesper’s flames

At my caress your eyes would agonise
Mortal I sipped what God himself desires
Loosing your silks to undulating skies
Over your bed of fires

Since then it’s been in vain the Lesbian nights
Have called me tried to warm me in their gleam
I burning held you learnt your lips’ delights
But only in a dream