How much kissing is too much
When the mouth is beautiful?
How do we know when beauty is full?
How much divinity lives in the tongue
When the tongue does not speak?
Neither love, nor bodies mild and meek
Can measure kissing’s soft ecstasy.
Beauty and sublimity are silent,
So why don’t we shut up?
It is good that you were silent;
I learned to love thought
Which washes over the world.
Behind my words, a riddle sits on a throne.
Speaking is not enough,
No, speaking is never enough
When kisses are set upon by your moan.
