Physces Lament
By Laura Greenall
Through the mist, my lover’s kiss
Though his face I cannot see
So sweet a kiss, I’d sorely miss
His kisses give ecstasy
He comes to me in pitch of night
The black as thick as tar
When he comes, my heart takes flight
And flies up to the stars
His touch is gentle, though it’s hot
My soul I must acquiesce
To see his face, though I dare not
It is my heart’s request
I know not why he hides in shame
For I know Cupid is his name.