After-Prism

The moist pulp of your lips
sweet on mine, ripened melon  
naturally fresh from the vine
 
after a lifetime of bitter fruit
artificially soured mash  
of added sugar to taste  
 
I've looked too long upon You  
absorbing so much Love
strangers see You reflected  
when I pass them by  
 
as a vivid light leaves  
an after-prism in the eyes  
~
 
 
 
 
For My J 💜
The most patient, caring
man I'm blessed to Love
and be Loved by 💏
 
Always