Love Sonnet XXXVI

Love Sonnet XXXVI

 

 

At the break of day, we

awake from dreams, dreamers

dream of lemon drop kisses,

skin, suntanned glistening that

 

wears earth tones as fresh and

alive as flowers grown in moonlight

reflection. Once, my love, you held my

hand to your breast, “feel my heart

 

beat, listen to the way my

breath tickles your goosebumps

with warmth, and my words

 

flavor your tongue with poetry.

“My love, you flow in my veins,

and I eat you like Spring air.”

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 2.21.25

Author's Note

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