The Woman I love is a forest of enormous whispers and her tongue smooths the petals after rain. Her finger dreams of a garden and it is Spring. A fast car lathers the mist like milk beneath a breast. The puppy sleeps on top of a pink dress drooling and a man said Think about cooking honey delicious sausage beautiful luscious eggs please, essential shadows drunk as diamonds in a sweet storm. I take my cry and sing delicate girl what about this thing. Can I leave the gift with you, swim through peach and fiddle, chant and shine?