Transformed as a star
through skylight I enter
into your sheets
You offer me love
you give again and again,
asking nothing back
During burning heat
you just move your small lips
thus set me on fire
To handle your thorns
my passion puts on his gloves
then caress you
The more they squeeze
your small flower, the more
and more it perfumes
You don’t have an harp
still I listen to your cords
deep in the heartbeat
You smother all wars
in your arms, and your glances
are sharp darts that win
I am the sole bee
you are the open flower
honey be our kiss
Create with me
in the darkness of the world
children of the light
Two mouths so sweet
they join just in one,
our bodies too
The sky and earth
love each other; it rains
and forests are born
Demetra sows
I see absent as present,
the desert as feast
Your ten fingers
move and touch softly the lips
of my inner star
Charon appeared
saw us kissing each other,
left unsuccessful.
© JosephJosephides
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