Sensual Love Poems by Kathleen BleaseSensual Love Poems by Kathleen Blease

Sensual Love Poems

byKathleen Blease

Paperback | January 2, 2002

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How does love speak? . . .
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And the convulsive rapture of a kiss–
Thus doth Love speak.
–Ella Wheeler Wilcox

At the heart of love lies the quickening of the senses–the thrill of touch, the perfume of passion, the taste and the voice of love, the vision of the beloved.

Sensual love has inspired poets throughout the ages–from the Bible’s beautiful Song of Songs to the lively evocations of sensual love and the private world of lovers created by such gifted contemporary poets as Stanley Kunitz, Maya Angelou, and W. S. Merwin. Here gathered are the truest and the loveliest– verses that tantalize the heart and celebrate the sweet turmoil of passion. Sensual Love Poems is a bouquet the freshness of which never fades, a feast for the senses . . . forever.
Kathleen Blease is a writer and editor whose previous poetry collections are Love in Verse, A Mother’s, and A Friend is Forever. Several years ago, she found her true love, Roger, and they eloped just three months after they met. They are now living and raising their family in historic Easton, Pennsylvania.
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Title:Sensual Love PoemsFormat:PaperbackProduct dimensions:176 pages, 6.8 × 4.5 × 0.38 inShipping dimensions:6.8 × 4.5 × 0.38 inPublished:January 2, 2002Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0345447875

ISBN - 13:9780345447876

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Awakenings of LoveANCIENT EGYPTIAN LOVE LYRICYour love has gone all through my bodylike honey in water,as a drug is mixed into spices,as water is mingled with wine.Oh that you would speed to see your sisterlike a charger on the battlefield, like a bull to his pasture!For the heavens are sending us love like a flame spreading through strawand desire like the swoop of the falcon!Anonymous[c. 1085–c. 570 b.c.]FLOWER OF LOVEThe perfume of your body dulls my sense.I want nor wine nor weed; your breath aloneSuffices. In this moment rare and tenseI worship at your breast. The flower is blownThe saffron petals tempt my amorous mouth,The yellow heart is radiant now with dewSoft-scented, redolent of my loved South;O flower of love! I give myself to you.Uncovered on your couch of figured green,Here let us linger indivisible.The portals of your sanctuary unseenReceive my offering, yielding unto me.Oh, with our love the night is warm and deep!The air is sweet, my flower, and sweet the fluteWhose music lulls our burning brain to sleep,While we lie loving, passionate and mute.Claude McKay[1890–1948] THE BAITCome live with me, and be my love,And we will some new pleasures proveOf golden sands, and crystal brooks,With silken lines, and silver hooks.There will the river whispering runWarmed by thy eyes, more than the sun.And there the’enamoured fish will stay,Begging themselves they may betray.When thou wilt swim in that live bath,Each fish, which every channel hath,Will amorously to thee swim,Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.If thou, to be so seen, be’st loth,By sun, or moon, thou darkenest both,And if myself have leave to see,I need not their light, having thee.Let others freeze with angling reeds,And cut their legs, with shells and weeds,Or treacherously poor fish beset,With strangling snare, or windowy net:Let coarse bold hands, from slimy nestThe bedded fish in banks out-wrest,Of curious traitors, sleavesilk fliesBewitch poor fishes’ wandering eyes.For thee, thou need’st no such deceit,For thou thyself art thine own bait,That fish, that is not catched thereby,Alas, is wiser far than I.John Donne[1572–1631] SO JUST KISS MESo just kiss me and let my hairmessy itself in your fingerstell me nothing needs to be done—no clocks need windingThere is no bell without a voiceneeding to borrow my owninstead, let me steady myselfin the armsof a man who won’t ask me to bewhat he needs, but lets me existas I am a blonde flame a hurricanewrapped upin a tiny bodythat will come to his armslike the safest harbor for mendingJewel Kilcher[1974– ]