Her tongue rolls                                    
    tipped with paint                              
the strokes she speaks                
forming living colors      
    
                                hot lava

         melts me to my core            
                
                            dripping                            ­  

                       from the corners of her mouth                    

                                    watered with her kisses                    
           The seeds she whispers          
                                 bloom inside my chest                                                  
           vines wrapped around my heart