O from
toes to the head
she vowed to sign and seal,
to mark, to claim, to stake—
her endowment and estate—
all of her expiatory paramour,
for
that desire, lasting past
a common goodbye, past death,
cannot be doused,
but wholly saturates her mind.
And, in truth, no Maenads are equal.
And so she swore her spelling vows,
which
neither church nor priests
may loosen,
that
she would carry him,
and even deliver him—
of her kisses’ ardent blaze.
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