Lost Lovers in Love

It was April's midnight

As I traced the trees on your wrist

I got lost in your forest and hills

I felt your eyes on my palms

A fire ran through our stems

The grenade rocked in my bosom

As I drew worldly maps on your neck

The sweet poetry of your lips

Brought May's geranium

Into my lungs

It bloomed and I bloomed

I could not breathe

But it was a la vie en rose