1 Among thy fancies, tell me this, <br />What is the thing we call a kiss? <br />2 I shall resolve ye what it is:-- <br /> <br />It is a creature born and bred <br />Between the lips, all cherry-red, <br />By love and warm desires fed,-- <br />CHOR. And makes more soft the bridal bed. <br /> <br />2 It is an active flame, that flies <br />First to the babies of the eyes, <br />And charms them there with lullabies,-- <br />CHOR. And stills the bride, too, when she cries. <br /> <br />2 Then to the chin, the cheek, the ear, <br />It frisks and flies, now here, now there: <br />'Tis now far off, and then 'tis near,-- <br />CHOR. And here, and there, and every where. <br /> <br />1 Has it a speaking virtue? 2 Yes. <br />1 How speaks it, say? 2 Do you but this,-- <br />Part your join'd lips, then speaks your kiss; <br />CHOR. And this Love's sweetest language is. <br /> <br />1 Has it a body? 2 Ay, and wings, <br />With thousand rare encolourings; <br />And as it flies, it gently sings-- <br />CHOR. Love honey yields, but never stings.<br /><br />Robert Herrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kiss-a-dialogue/
