The space between your lips
fills the void surrounding me
And the vowels you hold,
like gently rocking infants,
Long, slow sways,
side to side
Your lips form a soft coo,
comforting tears
and your melody distracts me
No meaning left for language
lost in the soft, rhythmic sway of sentences
feathers, floating toward love
Swinging me slowly, back and forth
lost in the space between your lips
