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.