Her Kiss

He steers hurriedly the hardened handlebar The light dims out in a cozy red chamber A door of dreams opens with a moan ajar A want of breeze lays layer upon layer. Her dress is colorful but simple and modest Her jasper hair falls on her white shoulders He enters her cave beneath the jade forest An old book on the shelf silently moulders. Her skin is velvety silk, delicate and smooth Her eyes brightly glisten, the pearls of Atlantis One cannot find such jewels in any booth, Her breasts pomegranates, sweeter than raisins. Forgive me, he says, for not kissing your mouth And she smiles and agrees yet somewhat amiss Then he moves to the door turning to the south But before he leaves she kisses him on the lips.