T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Emotional, XVIII
By Michael Strange (Blanche Oelrichs) (1890–1950)(From Resurrecting Life, 1921) LEAN your mouth well over into the moonlight | |
| So that I may kiss it full, O chance— | |
| Press me into your pungent arms | |
| So jagged with nightmare—so rent with spasmodic glories— | |
| So pliant with momentary relaxing— | 5 |
| O your arms so compact with variety— | |
| For now strident with triton freshness | |
| And glossed as if by spray shaken off a burst of godliness | |
| Out of glacier streams— | |
| And now slippery—darkened with that moulten calm | 10 |
| Preceding some sinister extase— | |
| O chance—stinging—refreshing | |
| Like a sudden rain of flowers across my being that is ever held | |
| So deliberately accessible— | |
| O chance teasing with evasive glimpses of some further road | 15 |
| Ever lightening towards breathless eventualities— | |
| Aye, for ever alternately veiling—disclosing— | |
| That face approximate of Heaven—and hell. | |