I harvested frozen rain,
& unbutton my pain
I fissure the wall
To take you to the mall
I climbed a mountain of water,
so our lips could match
I beg a punching – MWA!
on your pillowed cheeks
like a red bill chick
caged by bougainvillea
be my Madam
I’ll be Adam
A cream of lipsticks
buttering my lips
melting a heart of bricks
& mowing firethorn flowers
Unclothing
your health
for I measure wealth
by depositing kisses
and withdrawing misses
lubs & dubs of your heart
as lightning flashes
screen your snowy teeth,
the tunes of your heart
pitter-pattering my chest
with the sympathy of hate,
the cruelty of this luv
this justified fate
I’m incarcerated by lust
Clasping our hands on
a carpet of yellow quinces