To applauding of the stars
the pleasing sight of God
Mesmerising were the words spoken on
to have loved, to have once been in love.
To as a Queen; ruling my heart
she—black beauty, as the blanket dark of
night; filled in angel’s stars.
Mystic dust, upon the early virtue of time.
To have loved so young.
To have tasted a fruit of passion
minor still, but a major experience
That which is in present, a memory entangled
in my dreams. I’m restless,—
As my lips quiver of a then long before
Longing presently; ‘verly for more
As so—how could I ever forget...
forget the first I kissed a girl!