Cleft LipLoving him with abandon means loving the scarMore Like This
where his cleft lip once was.
One lip is flat like paper, the other curves like a fat tentacle.
He tries to make this easy for me
being beautiful everywhere else but all I can focus on are his lips.
I bet he does it on purpose,
applying vanilla lip balm before every kiss. He will not let me
escape him. When he sleeps, his lips
blow stale air of understanding. When he is awake, his tongue
laps away at their history.
I've never come to cherish them, yet over time I've learned
to respect them.
In those lips there is creation. And what is there in me?