A much more lively soul than I.
With a hand to her lips, she tried to hold onto our first kiss.
O the softest touch-only once!
Only once was all it took...
A kiss may destroy a philosophy.
(The SpanishFrenchAmerican girl said.)
Smoke rings and stranger things painted on the chrysalis
Looking for a flame to awaken the moth-
Was it me? Was it you? Was it just the thing to do?
Which way was home?
I can't go back! he cried;
And knew myself for the fool.
A finger's trace across a cheek hides an eye behind a strand
Of bitter memory.
O the harshest word-only once!
Only once, and all my tomorrows crowd together,
Grasping at the walls formed from the substance of that word.
The smoke dissipates, but the flame still burns;
And no one to patch the wings.
Will it fly? Will it die? Will it ever know why?
And who won?