Bubbles of Love

Upon your cinnamon-skinned hands

at the breath of your mouth

your kisses travel in bubbles of love,

that vanish over the roses

that adorn your steps.

The prisms of lights in the drops

of rainwater

that spill like sequins

of multiple colors

that fall from the light-dark sky,

the leaves of the pine trees

bathe your angelic figure that quickly crosses

the edge of my reality

to the illusion in bubbles of love.