Untitled (Erotic poem)
Untitled
by Franz Wright
This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kissed the lit inwardly pink petaled lips.
It was like touching a bird's exposed heart with your tongue.
Summer dawn flowing into the room parting the curtains-the lamp dimming-breeze rendered visible. Lightning,
and then soft applause from the leaves...
Almost c h1ld r€n, we lay asleep in love listening to the rain.
We didn't ask to be born.
Franz Wright, “Untitled,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
by Franz Wright
This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kissed the lit inwardly pink petaled lips.
It was like touching a bird's exposed heart with your tongue.
Summer dawn flowing into the room parting the curtains-the lamp dimming-breeze rendered visible. Lightning,
and then soft applause from the leaves...
Almost c h1ld r€n, we lay asleep in love listening to the rain.
We didn't ask to be born.
Franz Wright, “Untitled,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
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