Hush my darling, hush!
Your mouth, love poems on my lips…
subtle metaphors of constellations
under the spell of our embrace emanating
vibrant colours, right before sunset
seductive, as the beds of Coltsfoot.
Riding on waves with a love that surge
and swell; sinking ships in turbulent storms
binding our words forever.
I am the soft flutter in your chest,
the chill down your spine, the curl
of your mouth when you smile, metaphors
of tenderness, like rays of sunlight
finally kissing the ground.
Our love, erythrosine.