All In Her Lips

Her lips take me to all of the places that I haven't been. My tongue peeking from behind teeth. The secrets inspired by us and us alone. Exploring the world with our eyes closed. All at once. We too leaned against the cathedral The very moment our eyes opened. We wore each other's look. Suddenly surprised at the places we came to be. The sights we longed to see, Now our favorite. The bongs our heart made, Discovering how big Ben really was. The chimes always with us. Through her shoes I felt her heart race. Opening my eyes once just to see what beauty looked like. This infatuation wrought in iron. Stacked high to establish how far up we've come. The lights that causally lit up along the way. The fold indented in her neck. The way she couldn't pace her breath. 81-stories up. Our tongues the guide which produced the path we walked. Convinced that we were the silhouette cast from the buildings we admired. We pulled the shade on the Windows of the world. Discovering something much more. The sunset in each other's eyes Soon as we opened them