Paradise Poem by Andrew Kennedy

She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes.
The deep grey windows of her heart were wet,
they softened with a new regret
To note in mine unspoken miseries,
and as a prayer from out my heart did rise,
struggled on my lips in shame's strong net.
She stayed me, and cried as our lips met,
and her tentative curves drew me into paradise.

Sweet seemed that kiss 'til thence her feet were gone.
Sweet seemed the word she shakes,
while it might be as wordless music, but did fall on me.
Mystery seemed to I a wall of stone,
while my back there boasts a boundless sea.