Ginger kisses

Your ginger kisses 

are amalgamated with your cinnamon lips 

warming my chest 

perfuming your nakedness with orange 

 mixing your soul in dark vanilla –

where sins are kept, 

never committed. 

Garnished with aniseed and sweetened 

with peel, 

honey. 

Silky 

and magnetic – 

for the orphans of dialectics 

building the Ithaca of lovers; 

beautiful journey 

without return  

to the interior of your meanings. 

Blind kiss, 

silent potion 

in a night full of spices 

and no cookies present.