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ANTHROPOPHAGA
(La Donna e Mobile)
The day she
first returned my smile,
I thought my sins forgiven.
Such innocence and girlish youth!
I surely was in Heaven.
I sent her
sonnets, which she read
Then clasped them to her bosom,
And wept for sentiment so rare,
And put them in her album.
She always
let me pick the wine.
She said my taste surpassed her...
In arts and disciplines refined,
Allowed I was the master.
She sweetly
laughed at all my jokes...
A laughter so beguiling...
Demurely went to meet my folks,
And won them with her smiling.
Allowing
modesty a space,
And guarding her behaviour,
To modesty she added grace,
Ere granting further favor.
Then gently
cradled in my arms,
Her happy face up-raising,
She sweetly opened all her charms.
Oh, glorious...amazing!
My heart
sang as if born again!
"Oh, valentines and Santas!"
Then she stung me, sucked my blood,
And ate me like a mantis.
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