When I lay my first kiss
I heard the
rustle of
the wind
I heard the
laughter of
the frond
I felt the
calm of the
night
I smelt the
fragrance
of the
flower
They
worked on
my heart
in gentle
promptings:
love muses
of the night
they
worked on
her as on
me
And in the
harmony
of things
I saw
desire rose
in her eyes
I saw her
lips
trembling
And I
moved on:
I lay my
first kiss
Copyright © Abraham Tor | Year Posted 2012