Thin lips

"My fingers run their course down from his rigid chest 
To his starving hip bones 
Our noses kiss each other gently but our lips find it contagious 
His tall nose is always so much colder than my own 
It is peppered with auburn freckles that I sometimes draw on myself out of conformity 
But he does not see his daisies the same way I do
He sees them as blemishes when I see them as flowers
I lean in to whisper into his crooked collarbones
That he once broke on the way to visit me
And the sandpaper on his chin chisels my jaws into shape
I’ve always wanted a smaller face
I tell him time and time again 
But Love I do not see anything wrong with it 
He tells me his is just as large
That my cheekbones are like apricots
Sweet and orange and pleasing to kiss 
He asks me why I am always looking at the shadows beneath his eyes
I tell him his sullen eyes make me tremble
Black pearls that have lost themselves in a pale green sea of callowness 
Waiting all this time to finally be rescued by their blurry brown life rings 
I tell him his pale skin belongs to me
Every bruise and every cut
He tells me my soft body is his to cherish
Even the parts that I don’t think should be soft
His thin lips cover mine so well 
We have never missed a single brush
Because we simply cannot find
A single spot we would not want to love"