are white chocolate kisses
melting on crimson lips
rolling off and doing
a flip into her wine

Her teardrops
are smoky
like sitting at a bar
surrounded by cigars
doing pirouettes and
jumping cigarettes

Her teardrops
are frozen
jagged icicles
hanging off the eaves
like long sleeves
on my baby brother

Her teardrops
are milky
like ricotta cheese
in clumps
a mountain high
piled on a pizza pie