Tender lips

Dew dripping
of a rose petal,
green shoots of life
sprouting of a seed,
a piece of warm bread
to the hungry, or
first drop of rain
on eternally thirsty desert....
nothing,
absolutely nothing,
is as tender
as your lips.

Lips, of moonlight
coated with honey of essence of life
and fragrance of my desires.

-Pulastya