tulips, two lips
i’ve only ever seen tulips on stock pictures and good morning messages. but your two lips i see everyday, those perennially sweet lips whether glistening or dry, in mirth or in sorrow, sometimes bitten in shyness or contemplation. i want to bite them too. i want your teeth to bump into mine, clinking as we ration the air between us. my tongue your lip liner, my eyes your mirror, my face, your canvas. i want to surrender my inhibitions and let you make an impact on me: mark me yours. keep me buzzed on you like a bee is to flowers. i want your two lips to usher in my good mornings. i want to drink in the nectar of your thoughts and whisper to you stories of my own. i want your lips to be the prototype of lips—the only image my mind conjures when i hear the word. in this region, tulips are scarce. but what reason have i to complain, your two lips can bloom into the loveliest smile in the world?