Sonnet No. Eighteen Louise Labe Poem by Tom Billsborough

Kiss me again, re-kiss me for afters
Give me one of your most delicious raptures
Give me one of your most amorous captures
I shall return you four hotter than cinders.

So you are in pain. Let me soothe you please
By giving you ten more soft caresses.
And, mixing the touches of our happy kisses
Let us ravish each other at ease.

Then a double life to each will appear
Each lives in the self and the beloved other.
Allow me, my love, to dream up such folly.

I am always unhappy, in these discrete ways,
And I can only live content on those days
When I spring out of myself completely.