Friday, February 24, 2012

Your Kiss: The Seventh Wave



Slush ice melting -
our mouths, one hole
of a deep grey ocean,

tender dawn,
pink fog of lips.

Twist of tongues,
soft wind mist

one breath of rain -
our mouths,  
one wave and shore
smooch.

Milk flakes of time gather
epistles of hope
sweet ripples on my mouth
dwell.

Round halos in my heart
your kiss, a glaze of stars...

If Shakespeare asked:

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?”

So I shall say:
  
Thy kiss, I shall compare to seventh wave of seas!

rosalinda flores martinez

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