I'm fixated on keeping my mouth busy.
Sticks of gum leave their packs like cigarettes.
An addiction.
I peel the skin from my lips
with pearlescent spades
and think about
softer edges
Your mouth
Like snow on Christmas Eve.
You taste like spiced wine
and wear ribbons of black liquorice.
Nuzzled in your neck-
I breathe cool peppermint.
We collide as galaxies.
I become clay
Your delicate hands
slide across my form
as I bend and sway
at the mercy
of your creation.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
I'm fixated on keeping my mouth busy.
Sticks of gum leave their packs like cigarettes.
An addiction.
I peel the skin from my lips
with pearlescent spades
and think about
softer edges
Your mouth
Like snow on Christmas Eve.
You taste like spiced wine
and wear ribbons of black liquorice.
Nuzzled in your neck-
I breathe cool peppermint.
We collide as galaxies.
I become clay
Your delicate hands
slide across my form
as I bend and sway
at the mercy
of your creation.
