Caro e Crystallo: un intermède saphique

Simon Whitechapel

The goddess bent and closely kissed
    Cold lips of sculpted amethyst...

She watches as her lifing spell
    Bids breath possess the crafted shell:
A shiver glances iv’ry skin
    To token all that melts within:
In veins of altered gold salt blood
    Is poured like ocean’s ancient flood;
Slow bright’ning threads weave on the loom
    Within the skull’s unsilvered gloom;
And now dark lashes on the eyes
    Lift back as death within her dies.

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