wolf

cherry bomb

when she bleeds,
she bleeds from her mouth,
cracked pink tongue and dried frozen cold lips.
her eyes burn through the rays of the hovering sun and through her own heart, her fingers, and her feet
she lines her lips with his and ties cherry knots in his mouth,
only it never gets tied,
so her tongue is always intertwined with his.
and though their love carries mediocre values, they are one.