2. lips
I imagine love is your lips caressing every inch of my skin
And wouldn't it be funny if I could measure your smile by the number of butterflies that erupt inside of me when I see it?
When my words tumble from my lips like jumpers from ten story buildings you would catch them with gentleness
And leave them suspended in the air while you lay down each one on the concrete
Yours are soft and mine are jagged with wretched canyons creasing where my teeth had just been tugging
But you press them to mine anyway and whatever cracks left behind are molded by cemented words made of assurances
Assurances
Isn't it ironic?
You assure me that you'll never leave
But were you ever really here in the first place?
