Her hands are leaking into me.
Her sweetness overtaking my sour, bitter body
I can hear nothing outside the melody she speaks to me
Her tongue flips and folds
Into affirmations woven from gold
Her skin glides against my own
Skepticism fades, and soft lips sing of belief
The light dances through thick violet leaves
I am cleansed by the dip in her hip, awash in great relief
I wear her round my neck, she gleams and she shines
What once brought me such upsetting times
Fades with soft lips and amethyst eyes.