Your lower lip presses on mine,
our heads tilt back slightly so that
our upper lips are separated by a gap of air,
we blink once for every tremor we feel,
the other’s pulse.
When those eventually slow,
we lean forward and in.
Chagall 2019
Your lower lip presses on mine,
our heads tilt back slightly so that
our upper lips are separated by a gap of air,
we blink once for every tremor we feel,
the other’s pulse.
When those eventually slow,
we lean forward and in.
Chagall 2019