What's the white of another smile, Laced with the taste Of a million more miles Coated in the same liquid light, Formed for the same sight? Your breasts offer the same wetness As the flower between your thighs Wet with the dew, on twin petals, Though of white to cry out for To quench my thirst, In my meager infant-hood. Bloated was your form Beneath the moon, quivering Upon the cheeks, soaked over in tears, Worriment and fears. Out I spawned, for the undertaking Of many years to my beloved. For I am weak, As I am lost in the mind of you. Little watchful dove of the same hint Of coloring that douses you, In the same scent, that smothers you. Love's holy rays Wets the breasts, with even thickness Of white upon merry white, Of snow that does not melt Until the heat is raised From the arms of a man who stays.