Mouth Your WordsI want to live in the space between your lips.
The crack between top and bottom
that yawns open when you speak and pucker
and crushes closed when you get angry.
I want to live in the last place your words exist
before they get exhaled into the ears of others
and where you pop bubbles of sugary gum.
I want to live cuddled against the pinkish warmth of you
the curves of your plumpness following the curves of my body
and settle into your chapped lines of wintertime.
Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2015-06-07 at 20:46
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