Lying beneath the stars longing to feel your honest heart beet. Returning to the dirt we came from, I can feel your breath hot and sticky filling the gap between us. Scrupulously steaming us vegetables. I can't help but imagine biting into your savory peel. Some say the skin is the most nutritious part. I inhale the ripe droplets dewing across you, and wonder what we'd look like mashed together. Stuck in a blender. Ripped apart and delicately reassembled. And then I remember, That we already were.