Salim Gold

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Extraordinarily naked, as you are,

you occasion delight in extremis.

I’m nettled—like a stallion.

I fidget, damnably, starting.


No vulpine seducer, I quit all tweedy sports

in favour of your kiss—

a Champagne that shimmers inside me.

To rest upon your alabaster breasts—


O Pagan beauty,

with the honeyed, sunny laugh—

is to have salmon as you give salmon,


and to taste the sweetness of its spawning run,

a river of honey

amid naked chalk.


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