Lucas's poem is a love poem about a first, tender kiss, set in the soft days of spring. The speaker addresses a young lover who hasn't yet "grown in to" the strength of a kiss, and then slips into the experience itself: tasting, touching, looking. Almost everything is described through the senses, especially taste. There are cherry lips, strawberry licks and an "orangepurple delight," so the kiss feels sweet and fruity, almost like a treat.
The imagery of nature keeps the mood light and innocent. Dandelions and buttercups sit in hair, the sky "kisses" the lovers' heads, and two tongues sing a duet. The speaker feels that "love finally understands us," which suggests relief and happiness. The ending slows down, with quiet, gentle kisses and the repeated "month of Mae." The overall mood is dreamy, playful and warm, like a perfect spring afternoon.