Ode To Your Bottom Lip

I fast from everything save you. You are the morsel I am given daily and am grateful for. I draw you into my mouth like a small fish and you take my tongue, the bait I have laid for you. Your lip is a slice of fruit, blushing pulp, quivering citrus. Do I leave myself on you as you leave yourself on me? I lick my lips and relive each kiss. Kiss and ghost after ghost of kiss I evoke. You taste of rain and thunder, of storms and caves. You are the center of the earth, the core that turns all creation, but I reach for you still. Let me take you in. Let me give you a place of warmth.