My love’s kisses taste like salt
Her heart pressed thin pumps tears
My love’s lips are black and bursting
Clouds spilling over with my love’s fears

My love’s kisses taste like rain
Rain running red with my love’s woe
My love’s eyes are green with spleen
Reaping what her kisses sow

My love’s kisses taste of loss
Taste of childhood, and taste of sleep
My love’s kisses are hits and misses
But when she hits, my love goes deep

And my love sings like the rocks in her shoes
Swamping all things in a landslide of blues
My love swings like a swallow in a gale
Up beating her wings, low to dodge the hail

My love’s kisses taste like trees
Old pine spires longing for hugs
My love’s hands are baby honey bees
And my love’s feet are no bigger than bugs

Yes my love’s kisses taste like longing
Taste like ashes in a Sibelian suite
Yes my love’s kisses are hits and misses
But when she hits, her love cuts deep

Oh my love is an otter dissembling a tiger
Take heed ye meaning to see or be inside her
For her lips were made for slashing and her hips for gnashing
And when my love gets blue she’ll gush like a geyser

And my love sings like the rocks in her shoes
Swamping all things in a landslide of blues
My love swings like a swallow in a gale
But I know she’ll cut through it in time
I know my love won’t fail