What smouldering senses in death's sick delay <br />Or seizure of malign vicissitude <br />Can rob this body of honour, or denude <br />This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day? <br />For lo! even now my lady's lips did play <br />With these my lips such consonant interlude <br />As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed <br />The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay. <br /> <br />I was a child beneath her touch, -- a man <br />When breast to breast we clung, even I and she, -- <br />A spirit when her spirit looked through me, -- <br />A god when all our life-breath met to fan <br />Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran, <br />Fire within fire, desire in deity.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-kiss-3/
