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That 'sensual phosphorescence
                                                my youth delighted in'
 
 now lies almost behind me
                                           like a land of dreams
                 wherein an angel
                                          of hot sleep
             dances like a diva
                                        in strange veils
                thru which desire
                                            looks and cries

And still she dances
                                dances still

   and still she comes
                                 at me
                                         with breathing breasts
      and secret lips

                         and (ah)

                                     bright eyes

- Lawrence Ferlinghetti