T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Aftermath
Anonymous(From The Point of View) LAST night, we fled, close locked, in sweet embrace, | |
Across the empty kingdom, men call: “Space.” | |
So deep the solitude, I could but feel | |
Your fear within. It made my senses reel. | |
I clasped you closer, with encircling arm, | 5 |
As though to shield you from impending harm | |
And like a zephyr, from the sun-kissed South, | |
I felt the pressure of your trembling mouth. | |
A flame shot through my soul, in that first kiss. | |
I was on fire. I knew no thought but this; | 10 |
I loved you—mind, heart, body, brain and soul. | |
And had—since centuries first began to roll. | |
And when your melting mouth had answered mine, | |
Within your eyes, a new-born light divine | |
Proclaimed the wondrous miracle was done, | 15 |
And our two souls had melted into one. | |
Oh! idiot Earth, to waste the dew of youth, | |
Along the borderlands of perfect truth! | |
Oh! dolts and dullards, with your feet of clay! | |
To shun the glorious light of perfect day! | 20 |
In that first kiss, the past was all laid bare. | |
The future years, transparent as the air | |
In swift procession, swept across our path | |
And left me drunk, with love’s sweet aftermath. | |