your lipgloss dripped against my lips like honey
but that's what your lips are like;
soft, damp and engulfing,
ready to drive me to a new daydream
which won't be arriving soon
because our eyes are closed.
looking sweet,
but sour to the after-taste.
but, honey is you
and you are honey;
moody, smoky, earthy, fruitty and nutty.
no wonder i loved nature much more.
-n.d.
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Poetryhis name is blue. he's color blue. he thinks blue. he feels blue. he's always blue. ©aloeverasie2017
