Sunday brought her lips to Host,
That saving flesh reveals;
But Monday was a cruel cook
To serve such bitter meals.
THE QUEEN OF LOVE
She posed a question with her flesh
As if she were the Patroness
Of love that's not replying;
A sting will burn but rarely kill--
She finds the honey sweeter still
When bees are faint and dying.
I INVITED YOU IN
I invited you in, and would again--
Like an eager fool--like this--
Your almond-tasting kiss.