WHERE SHALL I KISS YOU?
Where shall I kiss you?
Shall I begin on your spring-soft cheek
And make you blush
A surge of innocence?
Shall I brush my lips
Against your neck,
Breathing hints of pleasures yet to come?
Shall I stop there—or descend
So gently
Toward your breasts
Preceding kisses with a slight caress
Until cravings stir
And you swell with yearning?
Where shall I kiss you
When you begin to writhe and sigh?
Shall I kiss your stomach
As it tenses and quivers
Until undulations of desire
Bring us further still
Toward the center of our longing?
And at that center
As you arch
In agony so sweet,
And open in surrender—
Shall I kiss you there?
Or shall I wait—and move
To your burning thighs
Which seem to me more lovely
Than the gates of dawn
Let me linger there a while
And know the bliss of paradise—
A place where all time stops
And dissipates into eternity.
Let me linger there
And kiss you
Until all-consuming fire melts
Our fine resistance
And then at last
We shall know the truth
of that first morning
When ecstasy was born.