The Loving Cup, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1867)
The Loving Cup
From her loving cup do I gladly drink.
Contents requires no aphrodisiac.
Single taste takes me to euphoric brink.
A drop on my tongue there’s no turning back.
Fragrance in the cup devoids my senses.
Putty am I in the hand that feeds me,
Yet a feeling that there are no fences,
No darting impulse this amour to flee.
Between both hands holding her loving cup,
As insurance it will not get away.
For hour upon hour will wantonly sup.
Desire be no reason to ever stray.
To infinity she be my Hebe,
Her cup as the moon has captured this sea.
Standing on the edge of a massive chasm
So deep is it that I can hear my voice
Vibrating nervously off the bottom
Dearly wondering if I have a choice
What is cherished stands on the other side
Action not taken soon shall be too late
The wild fire burning across will have died
There is not a reason to hesitate
Should I vault and my distance come up short
Will ever rest in peace on the chasm floor
If cowardly there shall be no retort
Either way have lost the one I adore
Love doesn’t always provide a bridge to cross
Chances need taking or suffer love’s loss
The morning dew beckons
Rise up your sleeping head
To waste you have not seconds
The night shall strike you dead
Glass Filled with Love
Using a shot glass to taste her beauty!
So intoxicating it was for sure!
Got a cocktail glass, for I’m seeking more.
With fixated stare, filled it to the brim.
Temporary filling, but will it last?
Or become a memory of the past?
If I were to choose a much larger glass,
Surely to put me into a stupor,
But better yet is to hasten my pace,
And stand before her beauty face to face!
You who bring my daily light
Hide behind a veil of gray
My great love wants you to stay
But disrobe to shine ev’r bright
Be sure being missed last night
There were none to keep me warm
Felt if in a winter storm
Saddened when you leave my sight
Grieving much as you take flight
A coolness starts setting in
For this debate I shant win
You’re never to feel my plight
Shadow on the Wall
The sun shines bright in the late afternoon,
Casting shadows of people everywhere,
As they move about in activity.
Not I, the object is to sit and stare.
My chair like any other work day hides,
So neither sun nor person can see me.
Here to view the dancer’s effortless glides,
As do the graceful birds above the sea.
I watch with loving awe to see her fly,
So high, her shadow is lost off the wall.
Fearing she be captured by the blue sky,
Or come thundering down, a fatal fall.
She is an angel without any wings,
Not so small size to be lifted by winds,
Nor securely attached to puppet strings.
Maybe she is not one of us earthlings.
Dizzily I’m watching her pirouette,
With her such formal grace and blurring speed.
Dare not to blink while being soaked with sweat.
Question upon questions, answers I need.
Now must know who belongs to this shadow.
Must see her face and know where is her place,
For not to know would give me greatest woe.
To avoid such would give aggressive chase!
Dashed to the courtyard, looking left then right,
There wasn’t a single dancer before me.
Returned to my chair, couldn’t believe my sight,
There’s her shadow dancing for me to see!
The full moon cast a perfect silhouette,
Of her standing motionless in deep thought.
This view of her for my heart was a threat,
A passionate love with her I besought.
Got ever so close but her I didn’t touch,
But close enough to feel her torrid heat.
Smoothness of her gentle curves are nonesuch,
From here I shall not make a step’s retreat.
Rushing feeling I didn’t anticipate,
As she reached back with her hand to touch me,
Creating a blood rush through the floodgate,
Commencing an adrenalized fury.
What is this power that she can command?
Is she herself an aphrodisiac?
Not so sure that I want to understand,
How she turns me into a maniac!