Mystery
(1909)
D.H. Lawrence
Ah, drink me up
That I may be
Within your cup
Like a mystery,
Like wine that is still
In Ecstasy.
On this spring day I am lost in the mystery of your smile. It’s lopsided at times, higher on the right, giving you a mischievous look. Like the Cheshire Cat, it’s as if you possess information that I am unaware of. Sometimes I lose sleep over this mystery and search the night for the key to your secrets, to your heart. It’s only fair. Here. I’ll give you the key to mine. I desire your smiling lips; I long for them to drink me up. Forever drunk with love for you, I want to get you drunk with love for me. Let sweet ecstasy impair us to the point of no return.
