You Come When The Sun Sinks Low - Poem by Francis Jammes
You come when the sun sinks low,
accompanied by the hum of bees.
You come laughing with your red mouth
fierce, like the flowers of pomegranates.
You tell him that you long for him,
but deny him your kiss with a laugh.
And when you want to surrender yourself, then
trembling and sweaty, you will find that he has died.
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