In sluggish stream I flowed from rifted rocks,
As flames broke up the stones, and fire applied
The unleashed ardour of the furnace-heat;
My form capacious now is clear as ice.
Yea, many long to hold me in their hand,
Fingering my slippery shape in dainty grasp;
But I befool their minds, and while I lay
Sweet kisses on their lips that press me close,
And urge their tottering footsteps to a fall.
2006-08-23
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