Is it one goat or two you tend my love?
You, with your bright blue Aegean eyes see this clearly.
If two, could you bring both in? One to milk and for making the hard cheese;
I will roast the other with lemons, honey, olives, and rosemary that grows wild_
Crushing green grapes between my teeth I taste
their wine, much rarer than you imagine.
Popping wetness in the mouth, known full
your moistness sweeter still, gathers lust upon this heavy tongue_
Beauty, in your linen dress you haunt other men
maddening them in their want, as they for a mother’s teat.
Celeste- can you not love, eat, and sleep deep dreams with me?
A wave's undulations less potent than you when comforting my breast_
Shells on the dry salt sand echo with gay laughing voices.
You say I’m a stupid shit, and that I should go look elsewhere.
Yet your coy smile tells me that stars are almost above, to look, know, and wonder by.
Is it one goat or two you will tend my love? You see, I’ve a friend named Paulo who sleeps aside me.
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