Fountainhead

I did not delight in love so much
As in a kiss like linnets’ wings,
The flutterings of a pulse so soft
The heart remembers, as it sings:
To bathe there was its transport, brushed
By marble lips, or porcelain,–
One liquid kiss, one cool outburst
From pale rosettes. What did it mean…

To float awhirl on minute tides
Within the compass of your eyes,
To feel your alabaster bust
Grow cold within? Ecstatic sighs
Seem hisses now; your eyes, serene,
Reflect the sun’s pale tourmaline.

Originally published by Romantics Quarterly

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