i want to feel your lips against mine
and for them to form together perfectly
and hear your breathing becoming quicker
and forget my name for a second.
i want to know what your lips taste like
and know whose lips are more chapped
between the two of us
and know the taste of my minty breath
and your coffee
blending together tastes like.
YOU ARE READING
galaxies, love, and other magical things (a recueil de poésie)
Poetrypoetry that falls out of my mind like leaves from trees or music from the fingers of a pianist.
