Kiss – ahorsealone

Darling, sleep

Surrender
Within his language
Of youth and wisdom.

And sleep
Between the warm
Pages of time.

Let
Your thoughts settle
In a city of lost letters.

And dream
As life kisses you
With a her eyes.

She gave in later hours,
On a parting lovers lip,
Her kiss like cinnamon,
And tears of mother’s milk.

What have men to do,
Drunk and in her manner?
Where was I to go,
Beside her childish candor?