the kiss

The kiss

 

her lips had kissed many a man a butterfly

Fragrant and vivid like a spring day in May

Yet not to the point of pollination.

 She waited for a kiss that tasted of wealth

She dreamed of a castle and ballgown if silk

Sailing down the river on a boat made

Of a swans’ feather sewn by silky threads.

She met him and when they embraced,

It was as wonderous as when earth and

Heaven became one and nothing counted

At last fertilisation and deep was their love.

At dawn she awoke he had gone, Nine

a month later she gave birth to a golden son,

 Her lover is a poet living inside his dream.

◄ the land of dream

oddity of sex ►

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