you do not know my face,
as if I’m a flower, blind,
my petals pursed; so, here and there
your lips brush, till I grow aware
of want and burst wide open.
— Robert Browning, from “In a Gondola,” The Oxford book of English verse, 1250–1900. Edited by A. T. Quiller-Couch. Oxford: Clarendon, 1919, [c1901]