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.


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