"it's a lip thing with you.
the first time we met i could not
take my eyes off them.
you probably thought you had something
in your teeth with the way i was staring.
i know their curvature like the reminiscent
smell of my mother.
give me a photograph of every mouth in the
world and i will pick yours out without question.
i do not have a religion but if i did it
would be them...
...they are what roses and mountains and oceans
could only hope to be.
with you it's a lip thing.
and then it became a heart thing.
and then soul.
and then all."
- Christopher Poindexter