Poem: "What Lips..."

What lips you've kissed, I cannot tell,
Nor do I want to know at all
Whether those lips have cast a spell
That lays limp like a funeral pall

On other mouths, in other ears,
Pressing a selfish, vague desire
Into the minds of all your peers,
Lighting in them erotic fire;

Don't tell me who came by last week
To innocently share some tea
And leave with kisses on his cheek
That passersby could clearly see;

Don't tell me who you met at lunch,
Who took you out for dinner after,
Then let you stay with him for brunch,
Then brought you home all drunk with laughter;

Don't tell me of the lips you've kissed,
The chests you've fondled on the train,
The hands you've dried off in the mist,
The arms you've left out in the rain...