Nestled in a hammock

words swayed

ears obeyed

she whispered:


“From your mouth

I want a kiss.

From your shirt,

a button.

From your hands

I want a ring,

and from your chest,

a heart.


You came into the garden

picked a clementine.

From among the branches found

and pressed it to your lips.


Do not tell me

you did not sip the honey

for you are not

a bumblebee.


The night you kissed me

you had that sweetness

in your little mouth.


That night you kissed me

honeyed sweetness

your little mouth held.