licorice

your lips curl into a smile and

it smells like the sun. when you

speak your words taste like licorice.

our hands intertwine and your 

fingertips become the stars

leading me in the dark. your

purity is contagious leaving 

traces of you behind everywhere

you are. there are things i don't

say things i can't. but you look at 

me and you know. your eyes tear

into me taking what's yours and what isn't.

(i don't mind i'm all yours anyway.)

so i sit across from you and let you

take what you want. your smile

lighting me on fire. your words

leaving a lingering taste and i 

realize: i never liked licorice until

i tasted your lips.