The Benedictine scents and stains The languor of your pallid lips; My kiss shall be a bee that sips A fainting roseleaf flushed with rains. I thirst, and yet my thirst increases With draining deep and deeper kisses; The odour of your breath releases Desires that dream of deeper blisses. And on my lips your lips now pressed Cling moist and close; your lips begin Devouringly to gather in Your kisses that my lips possessed. The odour of your breath releases Wafts of intoxicating blisses; Yet still my thirst of you increases, I thirst beneath your thirsty kisses. No kisses more, this perilous day, Or, tempting, tempt me not in yain: This day I dare not taste again Your lips that suck my soul away! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUTTING IN THE SEED by ROBERT FROST A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE THE LAST INVOCATION by WALT WHITMAN JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER VILLANELLE: AU RETOUR DU PRINTEMPS by PHILIP SCHUYLER ALLEN AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |