by: Francis Saltus (1846-1889)
- ER arms
lie bare about his neck, and still
- In dreams, her lips half open with a sigh
- As though to woo her dream some sweet reply.
- All slowly her enthralled senses fill.
- As valley waters from a mountain rill
- Swollen by storm. Her bosom'd treasures lie
- Encircled by his arms, and still sweep by
- The swelling tide into the Deep's deep will.
- And he, too, dreams, in Love's night-hidden day--
- Until the shallows, murmuring, rise and leap,
- And lap the spirit within that sweet clay
- Against his breast. Then lips that trysting keep,
- Unconsciously, nearer and closer lay
- Till sudden kisses burst the bonds of sleep.
POEMS BY FRANCIS SALTUS
"The Awakening" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown