My love, move still, still so,
and let me enter you
with no disturbing cue
to make your body show
me, fast or slowly, any
changes in the way
that you and I now play,
though I can think of many.
Inspired by lines spoken by Florizel to Perdita in Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale (IV. iii) , cited by Roger Scruton in Sexual Desire: A Philosophical Investigation, as demonstrating that desire is experienced as a moral demand, and also a moral right:
When you dance, I wish you
A wave o’th Sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that: move still, still, so,
And own no other Function.
8/29/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem