Summer Suppers

You kiss me like the scent of lilies

Stargazed petals, magenta lips

White hushes your edges

 

I kiss you like the sun dreaming

Brushing the curves of your mouth

Curling your lips between mine

 

I brim over the horizon, over you

Amber-flows into clouds, into you

 

And you give me requited stars

In the shape of freckles on blushed cheeks

Wild gold silks about you

 

We kiss how summer suppers

Evening. Weaving its way through

Murmurous leaves with tongues of air

 

The scent of lilies permeates

A glowing meadow of rays

As our lips form crescents

Against the weight of night

Close Between

If those chipped peeling walls could tell

Their blue frightening and closing in

(I seem to have a thing for bathroom scenes

The close intimacy, the raunchiness, the locks or lack

Thereof.) She held the door closed as I went down

She tasted of Victoria’s, Bohemians, and trembling ecstasy.

If those baby blue cracked walls could tell

How much I loved her, how much I breathed for her.

To part her lips with my tongue, her hands through

The tiny coils of my hair reminds me of yellow

Sparkling over a deep sea. I’m floating and she’s my wings.

I could’ve had more but the party’s over and 2am skies

Bathe the night air. I’m close to anger when she cries for him.

Across the street I sit and listen to the saddest guitar

While she sobs drunken and absorbed.  Yo respiro.

 

–Luecretia, the esoteric

 

 

Inspiration: Daily Prompt: But No Cigar