An anonymous poem
- AST night,
we fled, close locked, in sweet embrace,
- Across the empty kingdom men call "Space."
- So deep the solitude, I could but feel
- Your fear within. It made my senses reel.
- I clasped you closer, with encircling arm,
- As though to shield you from impending harm
- And like a zephyr, from the sun-kissed South,
- I felt the pressure of your trembling mouth.
- A flame shot through my soul, in that first kiss.
- I was on fire. I knew no thought but this;
- I loved you--mind, heart, body, brain and soul.
- And had--since centuries first began to roll.
- And when your melting mouth had answered mine,
- Within your eyes, a new-born light divine
- Proclaimed the wondrous miracle was done,
- And our two souls had melted into one.
- Oh! idiot Earth, to waste the dew of youth,
- Along the borderlands of perfect truth!
- Oh! dolts and dullards, with your feet of clay!
- To shun the glorious light of perfect day!
- In that first kiss, the past was all laid bare.
- The future years, transparent as the air
- In swift procession, swept across our path
- And left me drunk, with love's sweet aftermath.
"Aftermath" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown