by Kate van raden
What enslaving cocktails have I sucked
from your full mouth – – – to leave me so totally yours!
The red pulp of your kisses is sweet on my tongue as the red
ripe melon meat – – – yes, even now.
though remembered only — though you are marketing your love.
I have looked too long upon you, too long —
and with so much love that strangers can see you in my face—
as the sun and vivid colors leave an after-image in the eyes.