Kiss me oh the tide of the spring

Kiss me when morn blossoms to sing

Kiss me when tides wander yonder

Kiss me in our loving splendour.


When the moon kisses the starry night

When stars fall under the shadow of mystic light

The magic turmeric unveils in the allure of the night.

To sing the song of numinous delight.

Of the cavernous charms

Hidden amidst those rosy tender lips.

The caress of afterthoughts in the wild wilder kiss.


Kiss me, oh the morn light

To sing the face of tomorrow’s bright.

Amidst the dainty not so elegant but with delight.