Dayna Patterson Self-Portrait as Titania, Spellbound Methought I was enamour’ d of an ass. —Titania, A Midsummer Night’s Dream When I hear his throat song his supple musics I see him what he is: a breath of beast I kiss his black lips his tombstoneenormous teeth nipping skin stroke long velvet ears against my cheek his rising musk in the night like eglantine we pull out tongues of honeysuckle, suck nectar under a froth of stars wild thyme blows the oxlips seal our secrets yonder sulks Oberon in flawless barren fields on this mossluscious bank give me again again ample animal
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