He strikes the match against her cheek
Robbing chance from her lips
Parted in wordless elation
To balance it between her teeth
Whispers her lashes shut
Leaving the flame to creep
Softly
Toward her tongue
To blacken its pink innocence
And leave a bad taste in her mouth
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
He strikes the match against her cheek
Robbing chance from her lips
Parted in wordless elation
To balance it between her teeth
Whispers her lashes shut
Leaving the flame to creep
Softly
Toward her tongue
To blacken its pink innocence
And leave a bad taste in her mouth
