You have a blue sky mouth;
my cloud breath savors it;
it settles deep in your ocean lungs
feeling your breath and mine rise up and up like tiny boats,
up directly into my red hot furnace mouth.

I can feel your flowers bloom
seconds after I have planted them
deep in my loam.
Your river runs
down to my sea deeps
again
and
again,

spilling into my blood stream

generating heat.

I take your sun face into my hands;
the light makes my eyes twinkle.

I give you my earthy smile

and your two mountains of

buttery alabaster

heave.

I smile again,
sipping
sweetly of your
nectars
as does the humming bird;

my heart beating 250 times a second.