He seems to he a god, that man
Facing you, who leans to be close,
Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens
To your mellow voice
And quickens in love at your laughter
That stings my breasts, jolts my heart
If I dare the shock of a glance.
I cannot speak,
My tongue sticks to my dry mouth,
Thin fire spreads beneath my skin,
My eyes cannot see and my aching ears
Roar in their labyrinths.
Chill sweat glides down my back,
I shake, I turn greener than grass.
I am neither living nor dead and cry
From the narrow between.
The Arbor
Sappho
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Poem topics: I love you, fire, god, heart, laughter, voice, grass, tongue, narrow, skin, mouth, glad, speak, beneath, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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