My lover’s lips
are half moon shaped
they save the heat
of his island laid into the sun

In these dark nights I often
dream about the soft juicy kisses
stolen to the full curve of his lips,
I fancy about his tongue, yearning as the
memory of the sugar cane’s taste,
I pine away for his caresses…

But I have just memories about my lover
I grip into my hands a jade pendant
which once a time he held into his hands
and when I miss him I would be
just like a little thing into his strong and warm arms.