Some Four Letter Words

The dye on my lips,
purple like dying plumbs,
tastes oddly charcoal like, making me grimace,
but enjoying the sensation of it nonetheless,
leaving a stain on everything I kiss.

The slightest smell of salty and water and sun and heat,
makes me thing of you and memories that make my body pause,
but shiver still.

As I leave, air rushing through my hair, a last moment,
you scream some four letter words, some three letter words, some five letter words,
and I respond by giving you some ancient gestures with my hands.

We both throw out heads back and laugh,
and smiles linger on my face as I leave teeth marks over
my painted mouth,
and somehow I look feral.

Dustin
love your style darlin'

welshpoet (Chris Smith)
Like the feel of this, a fury refined.