Red Birds, Pink Lips

The first thing I met was her eyes. To much dismay, I admit I was profoundly terrified. Given the territory I trotted. I never knew the kindness of hands. I watched, just as she had watched me. Curious of the effect her eyes had on me. Mistaken for a worm, I felt the throb of her heart echo beneath my feet. Before that moment I've never known the fear of earthquakes. Startled I flew away, but not far. The rumble in my belly still resided. Mistaking the rumble of her heart as food. Still in view, I continued to search for food. The aftershock of her heart still bellowed beneath my feet. Suddenly, she blew an array of kisses towards me. Not knowing the pleasure of lips. I pecked the ground looking to quench the hunger that resided in my belly. What is it that this woman is trying to tell me