In a second,
I could,snip the ties
****** back my lips,
Then my hand,
Then my heart.

Lies. Lies ***** my lips
And stick
Like my lips to yours -
Hot asphalt
Bubbling
Spitting

It's settling;
It's setting.
Sliding and slipping,
Covering and coating
Suffocating the cracks

Lies. Each kiss is a stitch,
Evenly spaced,
liquorice lace
Sweet and dark
You sew me in half.