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
