with eyelashes like tree leaves
oh she stuck to me; like the glue
that sleeps on my fingers she stuck,
to me. with eyes like the sun and kisses
like stunning bees, I wouldn't mind
dying to her lips. her eyes made me numb
and her voice made me dumb and
her mind made me fall in love with her all over again.
/
I kissed his fingers softly
(I loved the smell of citrus.)
I whispered in her ears and loved her endlessly (occasionally.)
/