a piece of art you are in your worn out sleevesΒ Β and heart shaped eyes laid out in a bed of cherries and a field of tulips to share with me your ocean view windows that streak the blue sea and your sheer white pearls that melt onto me like chocolate fondue warm and sweet; you are the taste, the mouthful of words that sit on my tongue get along with your truffle kisses and your red wine lips begging for the chateau to soak in the void and with a mind shining thought you traced my back with the stem of a flower that went on and on for the next half hour