I. Song for Bilitis

Poetry My Bilitis, you are most beautiful in candlelight. Yourlips red like wine, hair blue-black like the night sky, andyour eyes glimmer like the moon on the river. No living soul may see us that night. Come morning, westay hidden under sheets like wearing one chemise. Yourwhispers fall on my lips. The sun rises, and …

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