Perfect Bliss
Love brings divinities immortal bliss.
Eternity of loving only they
Can have as they can live from kiss to kiss
In never ending sequence. Groaning, they
In pleasure with each lengthy meeting of
Their lips, ten thousand eons lingering each,
Will also moan with endless love
In gaps between the one and next which reach
In stretched and thrilling hiatus—as do
The meetings of the lips that punctuate
Those luscious lengths. Gods’ loves are never through:
Each kiss means thrill as does each spaced out wait.
..If mortals loved a hundred trillion years,
….Our passions yet would be condemned to tears.