I need someone who feels
with wildflowers,
and speaks
in the tongues of streams.

I need their cheeks
to sprout dandelions,
and let them grow,
even though others say they're weeds.

I need their mouth
to taste of earth,
and their soul
to hold the heat of the earth's core.

I need their ribcages
to contain mountain ranges
that can puncture my diaphragm,
and remind my lungs
how much they like the like the taste of air.