furled poppies anticipating sunrise.
impatient predawn robins sing.
stars taking their last fifteen.
a moon wondering what to say to a sun about last night.

i wait for your lips again.
content to have finally tasted your skin
to have shared the same air
to have closed my eyes vulnerable knowing you would stay there
eyelash on cheekbone
reciprocating
like i had only dreamed before today.

i could have never guessed you tasted like that
or that you were as shy or
that we would giggle so much.
i could have guessed i would love caressing your stubble and jaw and ear, shoulder, neck, back of head, hair, temple, cheek, chin wishing you would bite my lip longer.

please let me kiss you again.
please let the sun rise sooner, the hours come now.
por favor, let me blink and then be there again
generating heat
drinking dawn
dreaming no more:

colibrí fluttering in azaleas.
gata escondida en guayaba.
monarcas entre campanas.
abeja en dulce lima.

delirando.

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