Lesbian Lovers on a balcony
They looked on as the swallows clipped the air:
One pale and raven-tressed, the other blonde.
Light cloudy gowns clung to their bodies fair
And round their slender limbs like serpents wound.
Lovely they were like languid asphodels
Swooning under a summer evening moon,
Savouring such joy as in a sad heart dwells
When lover turns to lover in night gloom.
So pleased to love each other instead of man,
These dreamy girls upon the balcony
Caress each other’s cool and clammy skin.
Behind them in the musky room there stands,
In pride of place, marked out for ecstasy,
The BED . . . the scented bed of sweetest sin!