the night sky is blushing with secrets-
slow rise of the full moon by seagrass
smell of tides & milk flowers turning red
my lungs on fire, spinning words on my head
(kiss me) we're running out of breath and time
my skin tingles from the salted margarita limes
your lips swoop down, dizzy as a bee
a kiss so soft as velvet, or was it an earnest plea
for a promise of something more, elusive
yet rain-soothing & kiss-smothered by flowers
you will paint me, you say, with marmalade
sun on my hair, my wrists jaggling with jade
your stolen kiss is a sonnet i slow dance
inviting my words to unfold & take a chance
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: A Prelude to a Kiss, hosted by Kim Russel. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
