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Sappho Dreaming by indiana-w, literature

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Sappho Dreaming

I. Let it not be said that my heart is a well only of winter. My writings, my many love letters, show that my heart is a place of storms. My friends, my beloved conspirators, you have seen my adoration, "For that girl, that beautiful girl; her dress's clinging makes you shake when you see it, and I laugh for joy." II. In my heart, cool, and many chambered, may she find refuge. Let us become acolytes of Artemis, true Amazons, warrior-poets of the wild city, and the stretches of sand and mesquite. Let us grow an olive grove together, and come together in the hollow of the blessed tree. Let me kiss her hands and brin

Sappho by mis-stephenson, literature

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Sappho

My tampered heart argues out a snaking fire that erects my limbs to stupidity as my palms produce a sparkling spring of dry sweat. My fingers tickle with curiosity as they trace your route of curves meanwhile my toes dip in satin and fiddle with anxiety. My lips vacillate at my options, receiving involuntary mummers and my impatient tongue boils with irritation as every muscle in my soul spasms in ecstasy. Your movements Jolt in a seductive rhythm that massages my skin with frequenting ripples that stimulate and tease me. Your fingers fearless explorers; are respectful and apologetic in their step; fulfilled by the varyin

Sappho, Fragment 2 by TheHungerArtist, literature

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Sappho, Fragment 2

He must be a god, who sits near enough to listen to the loveliness of your laughter, and the sweetness of your voice. My breast is bursting with blood eager to reach each fingertip of my clenched fist. Even a glimpse from across the room can make me forget how to speak, how my tongue moves between my teeth. And immediately a silken flame burns underneath my skin, my vision darkens, a clamor of ringing fills my ears, I become damp with fever, and my body is seized by trembling. Then I am paler than winter wheat, and in this fit of madness I am little better than dead. And, though it all is foolishness, still I will te

Resonance of Sappho by shes-solovely, literature

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Resonance of Sappho

Though not unlike a god he appears to be, This man beside you, taken by your laughter And sweet gentle speech. Gazing upon you (sigh) I fall to pieces. Aching heart rages to break free from its breast, Parched this mouth, tied this tongue, rapid this fire That rushes through the veins of these legs and arms, Ears fill with drums, drums. And the darkest of nights falls upon my eyes, Skin weeps and glistens upon my brow and lip. Lost of senses, I tremble, so powerless, All with your smile. Paler than the dying grass I appear To await a pleasing death.

If Only I Could Make Her See... by sakka17, literature

On Lesbian Poetry by anonymouseponymous, literature

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On Lesbian Poetry

Sometimes you thought of nubile young girls, nude, exploring Love's aroused experience. with winsome adolescent innocence. The slow dance of caresses and of kisses inspired soft sighs, or cries of untold blisses. Some have crudely condemned your book as lewd. Therein you brought each pastel memory into the stanzas of your poetry: three lines, eleven---one, five---syllables, to be identified as your own measure (in time's course), as conveyance of your soul's imagination to the reader's pleasure. Your signature, not quite anonymous, glows, in your poems, shyly eponymous. __________________________________________________________