The kiss
Anton Urspruch
Under the blossoms of May, I toyed with her hand,
Flirted lovingly with her, observed my floating
Reflection in the maiden's eye,
Stole tremblingly my first kiss.
Now that kiss flies twitchily through me like a scorching fire,
Through my marrow and my bones. Immortality have you
Sprinkled upon my lips;
Breathe now to cool them!