De Tu Boca

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 s