Into Dusk

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.
-Walter Benton