anatomy

obicularis oris quivering
simply, my lips
the lightest sweeping
motions
like a broom-whipped maiden
laden in rags, weeping.
with ease, i mumble, whisper,
i love absolutely
everything
about you.
his omohyoid muscle
moves underneath the thin skin of my
lips
as he smiles to say,
i feel the exact same
way.
and it's almost like an
indirect kiss
the muscles that control his lips
rubbing beneath the skin
against my own blood ridden,
thin epithelius.