In a Gondola
1812-1889
THE moth's kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made me believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide ope I burst.
The bee's kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you enter'd gay
My heart at some noonday,
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so all is render'd up,
And passively its shatter'd cup
Over your head to sleep I bow.
DayPoems Poem No. 672
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/672.html">In a Gondola by Robert Browning</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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