fleeting flushed cheeks
burnt with rose
strawberry coughing
laughing the life
out of themselves
i watched me through
the plexiglass
the inbetween
what separates innards
and skin
the wayward whirlwind
of panic and mischief
the scent of my perfume
and weed
i looked again
and i saw me fade away
and felt no sorrow
at my release/rapture
tongues wrapping tongues
saying no
but meaning yes
taking what i need
freely
fleeting and crushed
lungs
feeling and touched
tongues
nothing was the same
