Lips.

You kiss me like you want to

breathe me in

suck me up

swallow me whole.

You always had the softest lips

and the sweatiest hands.

Oddly enough

your lips feel the way

that I imagine sands in desert plains feel.

You know, the smooth kind used

for hourglasses.

You had the shape of two pyramids

on your Cupid’s bow.

I guess that’s why when my lips touched yours

I knew what it meant to kiss the sky.