Read Poem: Circles, by Edmund Jonah

Circles that flash with pleasures of fire,
Fire that shoots to bowels and brain;
Circles of soft and slippery pleasure,
Circles that fill and those circles that drain.

Circles touching with sinewy softness,
Softness as hard as ramrod or stake;
Circles that sweep to planet’ry heavens,
Circles to dream as if never to wake.

Circles as soft as the touch of fine silk,
Silk velvet smooth as slimmest of sheaths;
Circles a-swirl with wondrous tingles,
Circles which make one forget that one breathes.

Circles that drown in riotous colours,
Colours in combat, in glorious strife;
Circles cry out the meaning of loving,
Circles in death, that explode into life!

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