Crushed Cherry Mouth

chests pressed 

cause 

heavy breaths 

in this constant 

exchange of 

carbon dioxide

and my lungs 

keep searching 

for oxygen

in your kisses

just like my hands

keep searching

for your skin

against mine

and my 

crushed cherry mouth 

tight 

against yours

your tongue

slipping

in and out

reminds me

of the ocean

deep & wet

and i am 

20 days 

lost in it.

fingers slip

then

grasp and grip

each of us

craving our

wild

this night

a verse

of our summer

set in the

thick hot air

and you 

speak like 

a friend

and

touch like

an animal

and make me feel

like my crushed cherry mouth

is your last meal