Avocado Mouth

She smells like grass,

earth and rain

in a sunshine day.

She is always singing

to me through her

electrical cords eyes

and talking through

touch and accidental

melting strokes of her hands

(her skin tingles emotions

in my brain).

She eats her avocado with finger tips

and slides her buttery tongue

past her own lips, yeah,

her avocado kiss...

My mind is spinning

like a hoola hoop

all over her waist,

my heart's so loud

she might listen to it.

And if she does

I'll make sure I play all my beats.