my little dragon
I've always loved your lips
Ever since they first dawned on me I've been a fan
I was consumed
by how your kisses would
dance across my skin
How our tongues could tango so naturally.
Fascinated with those little ridges that show
when you pout or pucker
and how they hide when you would smile too hard.
It must've been something I said.
And that sharp outline that shows
where the goodness begins
and the tragic beauty ends
Where the Lord herself drew the perfect partition that would end up
breaking the healthy heart that I once had.
I've always loved your lips.
The dragon's breath in the morning and false words at night could never change that.