Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.
She did not speak for speech was unknown to her.
The birds of night peck at the first stars that flash like my soul when I love you.
When did the lemons learn the same creed as the sun?
Look around—there's only one thing of danger for you here—poetry.