Tiny Lips Of Sunrise Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Tiny lips of sunrise
in dreams at times
awake me.
Your lips gentle, red
and naked
like bursting sea shells
it seems as though
all of your redness
would fit into one of my hands
and if I tried to hold you
and then carry you to my mouth
to drink all your pinkness
sadly some tiny bit would spill
suddenly, and if my hands would
feverishly attempt to hold on to every drop
I lose you, so counter intuitive
my feet would touch your feet
and my mouth your lips
our shoulders would rise and rub like hilltops
and your breast wander over my breast.
My arms barely, scarcely desire to encircle
the waning moon line of your hips,
love, you give like the ocean's water
creating a deep thirst which it can not sate
I can barely remember to look for
your most wonder full eyes
and I fall down to my knees
and kiss the earth, your mouth.
I have called you princess,
there are some taller
there are some purer
there are perhaps a few lovelier than thou
When you walk through these streets
no one recognizes you
no one sees your crown
no one looks at the red carpet unfolding
as you pass
when you appear
all the streams in my body
sing arias that fill the world
only you and I,
you and I, princess
listen, sometimes.