Maybe More

Diamonds and pearls
Out in the open
Silently looking at the
Ripening of roses.

Would you have this poem
And respire — and reply with
A thousand kisses, maybe more?

Albeit rich hands make perfect fire,
This is divine Jewelery,
buried Under tongues.

Hands on heart.

Skin in the game.

The treasures of thought,
are worth a thousand kisses,

Maybe more.