Like slimy water falls to the sole of 

my feet's cave, 

when felt wet like early down dew, 

her lip shines, 

though did not use the reddish sticky 

stick.

 

Then was I quick, like grabbing fairy-

tales, -

as her right foot toes stood firm on a 

journey's flight.

If goodbye was the saddest, her kiss 

called smiles from the hurts.

 

 

                          Stigo de poet