I want to press your kisses between the pages of a book
Like dried flowers from a June day
Your lips flutter over my cheeks, my nose
the throbbing valley of my throat
And I'm convinced you must be a hummingbird
Each kiss feels like a bouquet
You must have drank from the foxglove and yarrow before you
flew to me
Your heart stutters under my palm
Throbbing fast and full of sweetness
Tell me
Do you understand how delightful you are?
Come
Drink the sugar water from my garden
The cottage is always a little sunnier with you around.