Dedication to me

The Touch by Rene' Vivien

The trees have kept some lingering sun in their branches, Veiled like a woman, evoking another time, The twilight passes, weeping. My fingers climb, Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches.

My ingenious fingers wait when they have found The petal flesh beneath the robe they part.
How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art-- As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound.

I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips, The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your upappeased breasts.
In your white voluptuousness my desire rests, Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.


about the Poetess: (Wikipoedeia)
Renée Vivien, born Pauline Mary Tarn (June 11, 1877-November 18, 1909) was a British poet who wrote in the French language. She took to heart all the mannerisms of Symbolism, as one of the last poets to claim allegiance to the school. Her compositions include sonnets, hendecasyllabic verse, and prose poetry.
She lived lavishly, in Paris as an open Lesbian - she had affairs with the American Heiress Natalie Clifford Barney, Baroness Hélène de Zuylen at the same time shared a passionate correspondance with Kérimé Turkhan Pasha, both women ended the affair at approximately the same time, this drove the poetess to drugs, alcohol and sadomasochistic fantasties which she decided to indulge. Mysterious sexual escapades would leave her without rest for days. She would entertain guests with champagne dinner parties, only to abandon them when summoned by a demanding lover. Plunged into a suicidal depression, she refused to take proper nourishment, a factor that would eventually contribute to her death.
She died in 1909 at the tender age of 32 - cause of death alcoholism, drug abuse and anorexia nervosa.

sad dont you think? beautiful poetry...but as far as I am concerned her cause of death and after reading about the her life situations leading up to her death, having had some heartache in my life, this is a story that I have heard so many times and the lesbian life complete with its heartache, heartbreak, obsessions, suicidal depression, drug abuse, alcoholism and eating disorders is no different to that experienced in the new millenium!