Move Still, Still So - Poem by gershon hepner
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.
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