Fruit juices

You say you are craving fire. 

So we stick our fingers in ash. 

Your fingers smudge and paint my face,

And I'm making a circle on your cheek. 

Laughing. 

Eyes glowing. 

Fire burning. 

I climb on your shoulders since some things are just too far out of reach,

Then we trade starfruits like candy, green, yellow, orange gold. 

Raw-ing and roar-ing. 

But we are still laughing. 

My hands are juicy, 

My face is sticky and painted by your hands. 

So cut open the pomelo,

before I lick my fingers from mapled bananas!

But you said you liked the starchy plantain,

So I gifted you one in your hand,

And we laughed. 

Delighting in the fruit juices down my back and the energy of kindred souls,

Laughing tummies and possibilities of that heart skip and tingle of joy.