lxxv

If you had wings, a bow, and arrows too,
I’d not think Cupid Venus’ son, but you.

Asclepiades

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the wine cup

The wine cup is happy. It rubbed against
warm Zenophila’s erotic mouth. O bliss!
I wish she would press her lips under my lips
and in one breathless gulp drain down my soul.

Meleagros