Cinnamon Girl, Four Minutes and Three Seconds

I am a girl with a body made of soil. We catch falling embers of fire in our bare hands with laughter; And later I catch your eye across the dance floor. I can't find a way to open my mouth. I dreamt once that Aphrodite was a human soul with her arms full of lilies, and I dreamt once that you were a sun-kissed god remaking my bones into wildflowers. Please, love, devour me.