Touching
Your lips
the first time,
I heard stars
Knocking
against the roof;
Each calling out
its name,
Begging
to be let in;
Crying
that
“tender”
was a word
They made
for
you.
Touching
Your lips
the first time,
I heard stars
Knocking
against the roof;
Each calling out
its name,
Begging
to be let in;
Crying
that
“tender”
was a word
They made
for
you.