1They kissed. Or rather he kissed her,
2she turning deftly, offering a cheek
3to suffer osculation. Was this
4the slight physical antipathy
6to friendship across the genders
7 that now denied him lip on lip?
8Or was it her calculation
9of future perils--."Zip it, sailor."--
10here cannily prepared for?
11Yet she had deplored her garlicky
12salad and his sniffles. Perhaps she feared
13giving offense or catching cold.
14Or was she a lady who extended favors
15in Victorian increments:
16come summer, tepid whispers,
17by autumn, fingertips,
18and full surrender when desire froze?
19Or was it modesty? This was
20a public place. Or something out of Freud?
21Or . . . fool, enough; she's waiting.
22But for what?
5] François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucald, Prince de Marcillac (1613-80) , author of the Réflexions ou sentences et maximes morales (1665-78). Back to Line