YourKisses (to boo)


You kiss me

Each time like

It’s the last

Yet like summer

Follows spring tenderness

Turns to heat

Like a warm

Towel after cool

Baths and like

Butter melting on

Warm bread your

Kisses come surprisingly

Like rain showers

In Honolulu sunshine

Bathed yet cooling

Tender and sweet

Like buttery croissants