it's all about the
cigarette lips you
lick idly sitting
on the porch with
your heart on your
sleeve. kissing like wet velvet
fuzzy, slick, sloppy,
deep purple hues, a royalty
in soft murmurs—tempt
fate with your mouth.

baby, if I had the Consent
of Heaven I'd spend my life
in the dark colors of this sunset,
hidden in the shadows of
your face like your painting:
mixed watercolors
seeping over a cliff.