Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Invitation

Come to me
far from your silent place
of grey skies and snow-covered hills
with rising smoke
and hardening hearts
where all is lost in winning
and hopes lay abandoned
in burial sites.

Come to me,
seeking shelter
on soft sands by the sea,
where tropical winds boogie
with Sego palms' fronds
and find this crystal desire
of white sugar canes
egret songs
and days of feasting.

Come to me
for I'll build a smile,
fluttering adrift
in front of your eyes,
and under a blossoming orange tree
my words will emerge
like soft moss and culantrillos
to show you what is left behind
is waiting ahead.

Come to me
with your gentle greeting
richer than gestures filled with honey
and offer me your lips
to open the universe
of guava and eucalyptus
to make me shiver, wishing
your body will burn
akin to those days
anchored in my memory.

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Prompt: Then come kiss me