by: Ruth Bassett Eddy
- AST night,
do you recall? You turned your head,
- And laid your lips to mine, as we lay there
- Under the stars. The sweetness of the night
- Somehow became a part of that long kiss,
- Until, grown weak with passion,
- You fell asleep. But I could not find rest.
- The lips that clung to mine no longer gave
- A passionate response. They were
- Soft and warm and still against my own,--
- The lips of a contented, sleepy child.
- And oh, I was ashamed--ashamed to feel
- Desire to take from your unconscious lips
- The drink love had to offer you and me.
- I would have been content to let the hours
- Go on toward endless time, if I could lie
- Against your body's close and yielding warmth;
- Heart to heart and breath to breath,
- My mouth against your own until I knew
- The sweet exhaustion that had given you sleep.
POEMS BY CHARLOTTE EATON
"Love Athirst" is reprinted
from Poetica Erotica. Ed. T.R. Smith. New York: Crown