One for you

Here's one for you, love,
dropped on a plate
did you order it fresh?
because now I'm kinda stale,
dispassionate and mild.

But more than anything else
I need your heart and I need your lips
pressed under my fingertips
with a face oh so lovely
and passionate and wild.

Another one for you, love,
felled from a tree.
You gave a good swing
and now you've gotten me,
bleeding on your shoes.

But more than anything else
I need your soul and I need your eyes
frowning at my stained-glass lies
with a face oh so frightened
worried that you'll lose.

Rest your mind, love,
I wouldn't dare let you.