The Path She Offered I'd Take

A poem about the first kiss of your true love

Tell me how I can sketch an eternity
It's a secret few could tell
Even less with absolute certainty
But she thought she had this idea
In the direction of the path
She offered I'd take
But all I could see
were peeled walls
And ruffled sheets,
lying beneath her bed posts
Little place to go, but to leave

Red hair leaning forward,
like an Irish goddess
Lips to match
Her eyes on my hands

If only I could take a pen
And trace the situation

Eternity, it's in that kiss
Your very first with her
Hers, the last pair of lips
That you'll ever want to moisten yours
It couldn't be told
Not even in legend,
Not with any justification
It's the Art of the senses
A rush, like a bird flying
inches from the ground
If only you knew
If only I could tell you
Eternity, it's in that one kiss
The very first, to last to the end