In the vegetable garden

We share little gem tomatoes:
Miniatures of blushing jade
Entwined with slack, rubbery knots.

They fit exactly
Between the bottom teeth
And the dome of the palate.
Tiny round treasures
You can roll on the tongue
Like a kiss.

I enjoy the little explosion of juice
In my closed mouth.
But you half-open yours
To spray me with scent!