Read My Lips for Unwritten Love Letters #49 by Opalina Salas
my lips
feel the drawing gravitational pull of a clown girl
upside down swinging doll
of a million pirouettes
sunshine memories and regular showers of
spirited laughter
and cigarette bitter stings.
twisted lemon sours
alcohol burns and acid words
and once they spill
they all at once pray forgiveness
white chapel séance screaming
beg for loving
open petal oozes candy gloss
and absinthe
call your name
vagabond hipster bearded
cunt breath