6:46 am

sweet poetry about your lips come easy
how the colour of your favourite strawberry lip gloss matches your hair
I imagine you tasting like cherry cola, warm honey and soft delights
tranquility, peace, magic
and every unspoken language of the universe exists within you
you look like love
as vibrant as the sun upon winter air and the coldness doesn’t discourage the tittering of birds as they remain unbothered by the harsh breeze
I want the shadow of your red wine lips tattooed on my skin permanently so even when you’re gone
I can always remember your touch