Sonnet: To Plant a Kiss


To plant a kiss on that face untouched,

As yet uncarved by time’s cruel hands,

Would not satisfy me overmuch,

But ravish me with unspent hunger pangs,

For, to plant one kiss, is to beg another,

To moan and pine for a second trial,

To flush with love – yet lack a lover,

Pinioned on the crests of your vulpine smile,

But, should I plant a kiss – what seed is sown,

What fruit will these faint lips beget,

What stars unseen – what fields unmown –

What music unimagined – what dream unmet –

What taste untried – what milk unchurned –

Will these lips find in lips unreturned?




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