In the land of kisses

In the land of kisses
The very winds were stirred
To mortal speech. But this is
The only tale I heard.

In the land of kisses
Your mouth is a red bloom,
Aching to know the blisses
That perish and consume.

In the land of kisses
My mouth is a red moth
Searching in the dusk. And this is
The rapture for us both.