Spearmint

Buttered popcorn,
and mint gum,
would be an odd combination,
if the taste was anything,
but your breath.

 

Staring at your lips, 

while you talk,
was like watching a fish,
with fluttering fins,
and that freckle,
just above your mouth,
is merely a target,
to press my dry lips to,
when I develop the nerve.

 

Never have I tasted your tongue,
or felt our teeth click together,
in an awkward fashion,
but the memory of your exhale,
of popcorn and spearmint,
will tide me over,
until you're alive again.