Salomé A Tragedy in One Act

by Oscar Wilde

If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me.

the mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.

a crime against an unknown God.

Surely some terrible thing will befall.

I begin to be afraid.

Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood?... But perchance it is the taste of love.... They say that love hath a bitter taste.... But what of that? what of that? I have kissed thy mouth, Jokanaan.