My lips are so close to yours
passing clouds
in summer skies
so crisp
that dew draws to the surface
and poses
like diamond
ballerinas
Your breath dances upon my tongue
and rolls into my throat,
to taste your words,
lost goasts
spacing the floors
finishing buisness
in blind bliss
moist passage into dry times
finally our souls collapse
into each other
flint lips spark
fires of desire
wet heat
seeps deep
as chills creep
up concrete spines
defined and signed
by
Loves Graffitti
Submission Name: Spray Paint
