she shellacked her lips in a bonny thulian silk and grew an inamorato with the pip of a love-lies-bleeding plant as she kissed the soil and bathed it in Mānuka honey.
tails of wilting flower heads populated inside her telluric eye sockets by hundreds of tiny red plumage florets that made her pupils distend, filling herself with petals and pouring the juice of Eros that was smeared on the tips into her lover's pores.
she pecked the earth and tongued her querido, leaving a trail of hunger and tassel flowers down the Blue Nile for you to follow and drown in.
