FIRST KISS

Through distant thunder thou whispereth to me, 
I hear thee calling; I am intrigued.

Through thy rain I feel thee, hither and thither,
On my hair and skin; I am entranced.

Through freshly wetted grass and cattle I smell thee,
Chaff, fur, and dung; I am awestruck.

I sip a little of thee into me and catch a taste,
A taste of thee on my tongue; I am fallen.

I pause, desiring to savour this first taste, this first kiss,
But I'm drowning so I take thee fully into me; I am drowned.

Unseen, unknown lover, source of glorious delights,
I am dead, and alive . . .
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Angel Stevie

Lucknow, India,
March, 2013.