rouse
A poem by Otago writer Iona Winter.
rouse
salted brine-stained lips
linger on a closed mouth smile
master of the ardent kiss
with your heart painted shut
you rouse a tidal yearning to be stretched between us
bring me your desire beloved
rest on my shoulder
where all is quiet
once the wind has dropped
you rouse a tidal yearning
but I am also salted brine-stained lips
my smile spacious
accepts your kiss
with an unfastened heart
you rouse