she watered the flowers that grew on her palms, planted seeds anew in the back of his throat. the kisses were fertile and she craved them like honey, but she hated the way he tasted. he hated the shine that gleamed off her pretty little eyes, but he had no sense to tell her. they're both forlorn, casting all they've got at each other but what they don't realize is their minds are slowly falling in love with one another.