Tesora Bella

your eyes are pools
where this thirsty traveler
from the desert drinks deep
of the passion you offer

your lips are the land
where i plant the seeds
of my desire for you
that grow in your longing for me

your body is the shore
where the ocean finds a home
and remembers that water is also
a part of the earth

you are the rose
that captivates me
i am the garden
where you may take root

for you all my words
turn to dust at your feet