JunkMonkey
Lord High Vizier of Nowt
Goblin Market is definitely not a children's poem, and Christine Rossetti was extremely clear and vehement about that - it's a prime example of Victorian suppressed eroticism.
'suppressed'?!
Did you miss me?
Come and kiss me.
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeez'd from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me.
BTW, those lines still in the book - it's not been edited or bowdlerised that I can see.
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