Buzz

you make my eyes wide as expanded bubble gum

ears buzz like bumble bees in the spring

with thoughts of chasing you by the docks on Wickenden

where love from friend manifested

lip touch professed a confession of utmost desire

for your own apertures

the wonders of fingertips

and grips between breaths

between breasts

I owe my adoration

and so ill kiss you in the sunlit morning

with steam blowing from tea pots

to cool your familiar temperament

tickle your fancy with sideways smirks

and such

clutch onto

your anything

so as to not let go of

a love

of a century