Dear Lover,
You
serve spicy dessert on Valentine lips
when love is standing naked
in my windowsill.
A blind desire blossoms
between un-watered hips.
Your
fickle heart’s battered and baked in flaky chips
salted bitterly, iced in
steel,
topped with spicy tongue
whipped by truffled lips.
Pina
colada kisses and cocaine nips
never lie, swear to me that
this feeling is real,
or my shadow will feed on
your sinning lips.
A
clumsy thought unrehearsed, slips
trips the mine, plucks the string as the kettle trills
divine crystal ball fall
broken, diced on cobbled lips.
Sugary
smiles and powdered cake faces slip
raw souls cowering in
frosted hills
fear baked in cupcake
touches, melted in buttered hips
You
served spicy dessert on Valentine lips
while sated love fell
backwards, naked through my window.
A desire, blind, plucked
with reckless hips,
our fling has flung again.