The taste of your cherry lip gloss
lingers on my lips
and I think of all the times
we would go out for drinks
and you would eat those cherries
so seductively.

You were tempting me
like the snake
in the garden of eden.
You love snakes
because of the way
that they shed their skin.

You told me so many times
that you wished
you could shed your skin.
Just free yourself
from all the things
the world had forced you to become.

Maybe if you could have
shed you skin
then you could be more to me
than a faint taste of cherry.