SEED PLANTER
I like you when you plant
hope on my body,
and I like you when you silence
your sweets words,
when I smell your flowers
that tremble in my study
to the breeze of my sighs
that search for your lips.
All the papers, all of them
await the look that you have
when you read my poems
with silent expectation.
Your flowers speak to me of you
and they make my room happy,
for they hold your kisses
and our words.