The moth's kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made me believe
You were not sure, this eve
How my face, your flower, had pursed
Its petals up; so, here and there
You brush it, till I grow aware
Who wants me, and wide ope I burst

The bee's kiss, now!
Kiss me as if you enter'd gay
My heart at some noonday
A bud that dares not disallow
The claim, so all is render'd up
And passively its shatter'd cup
Over your head to sleep I bow