the sound of
heaven sighing fills the air
as sugar melts on my tongue
she is all
i taste
with the breath of the wind
igniting flames
into my
lungs
and yet flowers,
not orchid,
peony,
chrysanthemum,
nor gardenia
can replicate her
divinity
just so as
god made her
an "i love you," is whispered
into my blushing ear
and her tongue and teeth
dance across my lips
once again
