Ask Me No More

Ask me no more how I love you,
For I love you as the unbridled passion of the sun
Reaches with outstretched arms, letting fingers run,
Gently caressing, bringing ever-burning brilliant light from up above
To the surface of the world: your soft and fragrant flesh;
Your gossamer hair: the lofty sky of rarified morning breeze (so fresh);
To the deep and mysterious call of mighty seas:
Your eyes.

Ask me no more how I want you,
For my desire’s breath goes out as the pallid liquid light
Of rising moon, searching through darkened night,
Lifting every stone, turning over leaf and bough,
And brushing away each cloud
To shine on every face to find you, sleeping
In gently cushioned slumber, breathing
Innocent sweet sighs.

Ask me no more how I need you,
For my lips are numbed by bitter cold –
My body stricken and weak with hunger, sold
Not for money nor for fame
But to hide away in secret my deepest shame:
That though I drink the draught of love’s excess,
My tongue is yet dry as desert sand in the absence
Of your nurturing rain.

So ask me no more how I love you,
For you have the answer in my heart with passion all aflame;
Ask me no more how I want you,
For my breathless voice will naught but echo just the same;
Ask me no more how I need you,
Nor if my love will stand the test of time,
For to every wish, to every thought and to every question asked,
My only answer will be your name:
Euphrosyne…


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