you smell like sun-kissed dried tomatoes,

the acidity plays on my tongue melting taste buds into worship,

i feel you when the sky is bearing witness to the sun's dying flame,

a blanket of warmth fills my grievous skin,

life kisses the gardens you breathe making you blush with love,

as your hands cradle the tears of somber clouds.

your lips burn with the deep mahogany of your forest casting shadows onto me, 

the oceans wish to serve you testing the bounds of your grace,

wind moves the softness of your voice to those who could not hear,

filling them with blessed fruit to stop their hunger for acceptance,

we who praise you rest in the curve of your lashes,

as we only wish to be favored in your eyes.