She has lips, like a promise, subtly curled;
Yet firm in hold, such promises to keep;
So wide and red, a secret yet unfurled
Ringing a perfect coloured note, writ deep.
The waist, some say, is pinched in neat too tight,
Held light in one hand like all love affairs:
Deep wishes for the lasting of the night.
Instead I find her body deep with cares.
So deep with the red-breast heart of dalliance,
The scent of her unravels me like lust.
I dance in her, so rich with her to dance,
Her taste of lush deliverance and dust.
Yet soon my lips are tainted by the touch
And taste of someone whom I love too much.