cherry lipstick sweet
month of April,you do not know the
strength of kiss
you have not grown in to
the month of Mae
:few dayflowers and young before summer’s
warmish nightish sunsets
I taste you with fingers,with eyes
and lips
my pink castles meet yours
and we fall in Spring,love finally understands us;
with strawberry licks and re
freshing orangepurple delight
your tongue sings a duet with mine
and the sky kisses our heads
dandelions in our hair,buttercups tucked behind your ear
and your soft blue thoughts
you hold passion between your lips and I can taste it:
with each quiet landing of
my mouth,your mouth
whispers lovely tunes for the
month of Mae
