The First Kiss

And down I set the cushion Upon the couch that she, Relaxed supine upon it, Might give her lips to me.

As some enamored priestess At Aphrodite’s shrine, Entranced I bent above her With sense of the divine.

She had, by nature nubile, In years a child, no hint Of any secret knowledge Of passion’s least intent.

Her mouth for immolation Was ripe, and mine the art; And one long kiss of passion Deflowered her virgin heart.