Have I ever been
a D free like
dandelion in the field
hand in hand with the wind,
a B like a bouquet for your daily valentines
or at list
a bookmark of a single rose
amidst your brim of your tress?
Have I ever been a R
in a raspberry, reddening the mouth
of all my lust in the fairies of your tongue?
Have I ever been a H
like a heart shape pillow
under the silken skin of your dream,
a P like a penguin, living in icy paradise,
a P like a set of pillows
brimmed with purple dreams,
or a period, a full stop, a mole
in the end sentence of such endless wonders,
a paintbrush dept in the red tulips of your lips
shading my canvas with passion
that pronounce fever
in the stove of your tongues
baking a K
like a kiss?
