Poem

DRUNK EYES, dear Asha, are
Your eyes. Drunk on my love.
And love is a fountain where
The endless waters are spread
Apart atom by atom to make
Room for all of what you desire.
Kisses on the couch, tasting each
Other for the sake of tasting, strong
Arms with strong hands, a blissful
Stare. And so many kisses, kisses and
Sucks and penitent smiles. Beauty
Always does her best to give you
Good love. Love is sweaty, fixes her
Hair. And she calls your name: yes,
Yes, yes…