Untitled (Erotic poem)

Untitled

by Franz Wright

This was the first time I knelt and with my lips, frightened, kissed the lit inwardly pink petaled lips.

It was like touching a bird's exposed heart with your tongue.

Summer dawn flowing into the room parting the curtains-the lamp dimming-breeze rendered visible. Lightning,

and then soft applause from the leaves...

Almost c h1ld r€n, we lay asleep in love listening to the rain.

We didn't ask to be born.


Franz Wright, “Untitled,” Earlier Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)