Thursday, August 18, 2016

Lips (8.17.16)

You smile at me before we speak,
A precursor to a debate.
A simple stretch of lips across teeth,
Flips my mind to a crashing wave.

Sweetness surrounds the hand you lay on my neck.
Trailing roadways down my spine.
Together we traverse the universe.
In that moment we freeze time.

Yes. It's true. I do.
Love is a four letter word for a 50 cent feeling.
My heart feels so much more than that.

Because when I'm with you the sun
And moon rise and set all at once.
You leave me stunned in eternal twilight.

Latched onto your mouth like an
Underwater breathing apparatus
I cling to those lips,
I crave that smile.