until there was you i did not know what my own lips tasted like.
i hoped they tasted like other girls, better girls.
two ripe peaches dripping with honey,
rose petals brushed with morning fog.
they told me i tasted like cigarette smoke
and bubble gum, sweet and fiery and toxic to inhale.
with you i feel myself taste like salt water,
wind chimes and stained glass windows.
i wanted to taste melancholy and nostalgic,
like the first full moon you howled at.
