The Fickle One

My eyes went away from

Following a dark girl who went by.

She was made of black

Made of darkpurple grapes,

And she lashed my

With her tail of fire.

After them all I go.

A pale blonde went

Like a golden

Swaying her gifts.

And my mouth

Like a

Discharging on her

Lightningbolts of blood.

After them all I go.

But to you, without my moving,

Without seeing you, distant you,

Go my blood and my kisses,

My dark one and my fair one,

My broad one and my slender one,

My ugly one, my beauty,

Made of all the

And of all the silver,

Made of all the

And of all the earth,

Made of all the

Of sea waves,

Made for my

Made for my kisses,

Made for my soul.