Your breath is sharp as mint
on the edges of my mind’s desire
Mingled with the softly fizzing water
playing on the edges of your tongue
Cool as ice upon my lips your eyes
caress the fervors of my longing
The thickly saccharine syrup of your gaze
snagging my attentions staid
Ideas burn hotly like a Cuban rum
as I swallow every sense of you
And bitter as lime the knowledge
I cannot have this love in kind
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