What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where and Why

 model @alysse.fozmark hmua @aarledge1983 photographer @tehben

model @alysse.fozmark
hmua @aarledge1983
photographer @tehben

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where and Why

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, 
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply, 
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.  
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree, 
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, 
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: 
I cannot say what loves have come and gone, 
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more. 

Edna St. Vincent Millay