The north wearing earth on his hands
the sprouting of tenderness .
The south , her lips pink from new Amsterdam
does not rest her seduction .
Lips pink , a gossamer pregnant
birthing long nights to lovers
entwined with maroons monogram .
The mouth harp intoxicating
singing stirring abduction .
north and south huddled together upon a raft .
lips of yesterday
lips surging phantoms
lips pink like the silver city
travelled far by Abraham .
The north land fermenting
his breath rising above heavens wet locks
falling from her dark purple sky .
Behold the flute of Khrishna
seeding a box of emerald green chocolates
a chariot of kisses , cacao pulp kissing
their lips , their limbs , their bodies swelling mussels .
The north the greatest storyteller
breaching lips , whales of love .
The south , her lips small but touching enormous things .
Behold the raft with waves of oysters and clams
the pretty ones always messy
lips pink , the jukebox dancing
cigarette lighters clicking .
The darkness on the street with a voice
now to bear witness .
Love red , love rising ruby
like a vapor she goes temporarily blind
her mouth open .