something private made public: three love haiku

knitted mouths of soft kisses

rock my body,

hanging from my lips like bee stings

 

the tincture of my white neck

its soft nape

as you brush my hair aside

 

to kiss you in a tree –

a sticky mango tree, pregnant with fruit

to fall into your ripened hands



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