My cheeks are tomatoes
Red at your touch
A circuit without a fuse

My mouth is a lemon
A pulpy pit of sour flesh
Sweet, soft wonder

Crusty nail beds
Glazed with blood
Scarred by your splintered skin

Plump, plump tongue
My brain a racehorse
Fat, fat words

Your slick hair
Swampy black river
Dirty drought

My core is a
Deep sea of desert
My heart a wasteland

Your face
Simply the magnetic
Drop of water I implore

My seared coil of brain
Traces the shadow of
Your body

But together, our nectar-
The last of you and me-
Becomes the Red Sea

And your wings
Your soul
Everything flies

But I, a barren soul
Shriveled fruit
A corpse