I’d like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Fixed to the wheel or down there in the lake,
And press that beauty naked in my embrace,
That’s equal to the angels’ there above us.
If it could be so I’d make no fuss,
All fate’s suffering would seem sweet today,
Not even if I’d to be a vulture’s prey,
Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
To see or to touch the curve of her breast
Would lift my lover’s fate above the rest,
Raising me on high like an Asian prince.
I’d be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,
And breast on breast, quenching my fire,
A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.