I wish you respite now, and why,
because the breeze and I dance cheek-to-cheek,
And I feel selfish for hogging the best partner.
I wish you a moment’s rest,
so that you can hear for yourself
all the stories the leaves are whispering—
I don’t think I would quote them right,
though I try to remember.
Los besos del sol?
Be not jealous—I am starting a collection
so that I may embrace you with their golden limbs,
and all the light contained therein.
I wish you respite now so that I may give you
the soft kisses the grass
planted on my rosy cheek.
planted on my rosy cheek.

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