Upon my hand his eager lips were warm.
He closed my fingers on the burning brand.
And now I wear his kiss upon my palm
He bade me keep it safe within my hand.
Quick fire coursed through blood into my heart,
Hot heartfelt flame devoured reason’s seat,
My cool reserve quite failed to play its part,
And, “oh, be still, my heart”. It missed a beat.
Now once again alone my cool returns
But palm pressed to my lips, the kiss still burns.
The Offer
I felt a certain hunger beckon me.
With questing eyes and lips I went to dine.
The feast was rich and rare and fair to see,
But fairer still was he who poured the wine.
His words were sweet like honey in my ear.
Quite to my taste, this playful flattery,
And as I drank his words, his hand drew near.
He held a jewel of Eden out to me.
That blissful taste of joy I did forgo,
To his tart tempting apple, I said "no".
Eridani Aurus
June 21, A.S. XXXIV
