To reach your pinnacles

kiss the strawberry of your volcanoes

melt in them and sweetly fall tired before them

then look at your eyes…into your heart.

To fall victim of Cupid’s arrow  ( poor piece of flesh )

a falling victim on your pubic grass.

Your skin burning me…a lava wet beach.

And I…a shell in your ears.

Sweet Mary smelled like this to Joseph.

But right know you are my sweet Magdalene.

Those men taught you well.

Hope not to seem an awkward apprentice.

Oh, your breathing is back…thank goodness…

wait, let me open your eyes gently…

easy, easy, easy…say nothing my love…but breathe life into mine..

let your kisses speak speak and embrace me tightly.

Ernesto Onofre