The Songs of Bilitis !

 

Songs of Bilitis ..

“I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body’s print might rest still warm beside my own. Until the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my hair, for fear I might erase some sweet caress. That morning I did not eat, nor yet at dusk, and put no rouge nor powder on my lips, so that her kiss might cling a little longer. I left the shutters closed, and did not open the door, for fear the memory of the night before might vanish with the wind.” ― Pierre Louÿs, The Songs of Bilitis
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