Lips On Fire Poem by Jean Carlos Acosta Amador

I have swollen lips from devouring your roses
cocktails, lips juice, and little pieces of your mouth
You don't know which one is your tongue
you've gone mad by the drugs of my kisses
your accent tastes like a red that kills bleeds and burns
on the top of my only pleasure

I have swollen lips of biting your joy
hot and sweetly
streams of fire of your mouth runs through my tender gums
that language of nymph in fire
you spoke and you did not understand
your mother language is behind my teeth
under your tongue, mine