The Insinuating II

Mad and bad as

Any bee here

My lips kiss

The ardent ear.

I love a frail

Astonishment

I just add well

A wooer’s cent.

What a surprise

Your blood hums:

It’s I who’ve done

The breeze to life...

In your hair

Tender that taunts

My soul haunts

Whom I desire.

Paul Valéry