Pressed Lips

You taste like coffee in the winter

Clutching paper cups for all their heat,

And as the wind blows at your pink nose,

All that I can think

is coffee didn’t ever taste so sweet,

You taste like mouthwash in the morning,

As you kiss me when I’m walking out the door,

I try to put off my lunch as long as possible,

So I can taste your freshened breath forever more,

You taste like Tsingtao on a Friday,

Or any other day I guess we drink a lot,

We sleep through the morning,

Piecing together what’s important,

And going over all the things that we forgot,

You taste like pizza on a Wednesday,

When we spend the day in bed without a care,

I do my best to hold you close,

As we watch our favourite shows,

Which I promise I won’t watch without you there,

You taste like a promise when I kiss you,

Like those three little words without a sound,

You taste like tomorrows,

Like making plans for days to follow,

You taste like a promise,

You taste honest,

Don’t break me now

Reviews

[Uneek]

I love the way you play with words. They flow so rhythmically.