your mouth is a cavern hiding spring
which any tongue discovers and shares
with my frazzled sensibilities.
the honey-ginger baby of my latest dreams,
u spice me
into forgetting the bland heroes
who rumaged my inner-cabinets
not because they were thieves
but because they were hungry.
and just when I thought bareness was my destiny,
here u come
replenishing my juices faster than i can absorb.
and oh,
the way you tend my fires
making my short hair stand on the top of my head
in a salute to love and the ecstacy
of being allowed to be my illustrious self.
You restore(d) me.