Poetry Journal

Loose Lips

Bubble gum soda.

Popping rock candy.

And Arizona Sweet Tea.

This is what they taste like to me.

It happened in slow motion, yet my heart raced so quick.

It's like I was drugged or given some sort of magic potion. - Causing much commotion.

Walking on a tight rope.

Flying over the sea.

Doing handstands on glass.

This is how they feel to me.

So light, and airy, so free, so poisonous, so dreamy.

So perfect.

My eyes begged you to do it again, but you turn your head.

My mind is set ablaze when I am near you.

When I am beside you I sit at the top of the world.

The highest peak.

You are the only one I seek.

Your eyes are scary, the way they're glaring.

But it melts away with the way you speak.

My mind is mush, but you are sus and it's like I can't hear a thing.

The birds are singing, trees whistling, and wind dancing peacefully.

Lips blue and loose, I believe I'm ready to kiss you.

Though I am scared it will not be compared.

I know this is what I want.

It's what I got.

It's what I have.

What my heart fell in love with.

The sea I'm lighting up.

I don't know what I'm doing.

It's like a big bird just flew in.

And everything is now chaotic.

Holding on to some sort of hope, some kind of candle, I don't want to drop it.

Needing you, feeling you, wanting you too.

I have a heart that's stuck to you, it won't unglue.

Your lips are stained in my memory like glass work.

So inticing that they will show up in doodles on my classwork, making me trail off.

Maybe I'll fail them all.

But I can't help it with how my head has gotten tied to you.

I can't deny how dearly I care for you.

Even with loose Lips, the ship won't sink, for the floatation devices were never the boat, but the bough held up by compassion.

Something that's always able to happen.

- Ariah Christman