Evonshire

How can I exist
dreaming only
of lips
of which
I've never kissed
Narrow tempo fall
Only wanted
to
catch the wild
Can't see
there's more to see
Beyond
the slick tint
of a snowy
voyage grass
Idle in between
all the trees
we try
to whisper
dissolve
into
flesh meets flesh
Scent of existence
simply not enough
Head in a fantasy
puff
Let a hand
lead you
through the fire
Perfection to be
Linger in a frame
Top it off
with a cherry