OFFERING SIEVE

You should sleep! 

In soft, embracing laps,

 To escape back to budding caresses,

 And leave me free and rich,

 To be comforted by my dear

 mother's caring hand 

- In times of fate-turning delights, to beckon!

 For any one may say anything!

 Can chant and chatter symbolic

 and preachy words

 in the heart's deepest heart 

Yet there is a treasure that proud,

 prodigal wills cannot forget!

 In dreams the ship glides honeyed,

 If I am lovingly embraced by my chosen!

 If I let my eyes sleep,

 I think of happy fulfillments forgotten:

 In sincere throbs we have charmed

 to each other

 The immortality that binds our hearts! 

The good words are gone,

 and the caresses that filled

 the Universe: in clasped hands

 the sweat of grace has been

 shed and tightened!

 And if my babbled sweetheart were here,

 I would comfort the omnipresent traces

 of her feet with kisses;

 a chattering, stumbling, 

miserable fool, an experimenting all-rounder! 

- We are both guilty and responsible! 

         

 

I have not indeed revealed

 my hidden self-incognito,

 and my love with Cassandra's eyes

 hath long sworn by another's side,

 while her heart hath not been asked:

 How stands she in the tempest of her feelings?

 And his feelings were quickly forgotten!

 - We knew the word that binds,

 the wicked deed, and the ancient

 chain of consequences,

 yet we cared not for it:

 we were prisoners of mutual prettiness,

 of complimentary flirtation-but

 there will come a time in

 time when the burden

 of our transgression

 and our goodness will be

 weighed in the balance, 

 and we shall be weighed and judged!

 A perfect, captivating attraction,

 a sense of Order we may have attained, 

and yet it took a grate of offering

 occasions to make us fail!