Her mind was as amazing as
the big bang
What a sweet thing
I could see her ideas form
on her facial expressions
exploding in her mind like
a million fire flies
raining down her throat
balancing on her tongue
waiting to be spoke
Her words were
rivers I bathed in
under the stars
naked
dreaming
worlds of green eyed tulips
and infinite possibilities
I sat
crooked smile
forever wanting to be pulled
deeper
and deeper
into her mind
where ideas were conceived and born
and infant words
cried for the milk
of a welcoming ear