Chewing on the words
You said to me,
I feel the sliver of your
Finger print between my teeth.

Temptation is first sour, then sweet.

Too ripe with emotion,
I'm bleeding out,
The crimson found in
The final seconds right before
The sun cowers away,
Is what I've found in my heart.

It's an envious flirtation,
Clouds looming,
Grandma always said when the
Breeze blew the leaves over,
And you saw their backsides,
You knew is was going to rain.

Drizzle only can last so long,
Before the clouds finally decide to
Dry up or
Pour.