Songs of Love: 2. A Kiss

I kissed a red lip and my own lip turned red. Wiped my lip upon my sleeve and my sleeve turned red. Washed my shirt in the river and the river turned red, and the edge of the shore, and red out even to the middle of the sea. An eagle flew down to drink water and his wings turned red. He flew up and up and lo! half of the sun red, and the whole of the moon red. I kissed a red lip.

Nils Peterson, after an anonymous Greek lyric