Smoke from your mouth
form captivating clouds
accompanied by light
sentenced love promises.
Gruesome coughs
of heart broken bones.
I wish it could be you and me
sitting in a tree.
Perhaps a peach branch
can hold us up.
And you can take a bite
of my fresh fruit
that I kept just for you.

Undone sentences
that die between lips.
Soft skinned cherry  
lips bitten by teeth.
Searching for sweet
and sour company.
Pleased by pain
and haunted by time.
Ticking clock in the night
recalling sunshine
landing on hips of gold.
Melting beauty
upon the sheets.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
where's the perfect lips of them all?