A SINGLE KISS

A single kiss was all I knew,
Before the fire ran me through,
It ran me through down to my toes,
And where I am God only knows!
I am not here I am not there,
My friends I am not anywhere!
The sky below, the earth above,
My friends she kissed me-she, my Love!
And now I wait as I did before,
My body's hungry, my lips crave more,
And never again shall I know such bliss,
As when she gave me that single kiss.

5 Jan 92

ON THE MAKING OF A LADY

A gift from the Gods, She came from the stars,
And never had I seen her kind.
Aye this one was true, She'd start and end wars,
Her beauty they'd see and be blind.

Her youth it was short, though longer than most,
And together we spended much tyme.
I tell you my son, though I don't like to boast,
That most men prefer her to wine.

And there in my forge, I taught her the way,
I hammered and stretched, yet I cared,
She's truly well formed, For'ere and a day,
The bonds of true love do we share.

Men's armor is naught, Her tongue is so sharp,
And her temper is harder than steel.
And many's the man, With soft tongue and harp,
Who's tried to bend her to his will.

But my love has an edge, Far keener than words,
No soil of the Earth does she turn.
And tho she has taken many men (so I've heard)
Only one will take her in return.

So, to her young master, Where 'ere he may be,
You'll find naught but toil in your life,
For so has she cursed men, and so she'll curse thee,
When you take a sword for your wife.

12-90

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