{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/sob/sob091.htm","path":"cla/sob/sob091.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/sob/sob091.htm","text":"Do not think that I have loved you. I have eaten you like a ripe fig, and drunk you like a draught of burning water, and worn you about me like a girdle of flesh.\nI have amused myself with you, because you have short hair and pointed breasts upon your slender body, and nipples black as little dates.\nAs one must have fruits and water, a woman also sates a living thirst; but already I no longer know your name, you who have lain within my arms like the shade of another loved one.\nBetween your flesh and mine a burning dream has claimed me for its own. I pressed you on me as upon a wound, and cried: \"Mnasidika! Mnasidika! Mnasidika!\"","title":"The Songs of Bilitis: II. Elegies At Mytilene: To Gyrinno","type":"page"}