my lover's kiss poem by Laura Greenall

Physces Lament

By Laura Greenall

Through the mist, my lover’s kiss

Though his face I cannot see

So sweet a kiss, I’d sorely miss

His kisses give ecstasy

He comes to me in pitch of night

The black as thick as tar

When he comes, my heart takes flight

And flies up to the stars

His touch is gentle, though it’s hot

My soul I must acquiesce

To see his face, though I dare not

It is my heart’s request

I know not why he hides in shame

For I know Cupid is his name.