Love and other Fragile Things

White ceramic

pressing against our fingertips;

Yellowed teeth,

parted Purple lips;

Bagel breath,

strained eyes,

strained face,

strained smiles

that go nowhere.

Pinky fingers

moving an inch,

candied apple’s

slowing movement

like molasses,

like Red light,

like soflty spoken words.

Quivering Blue

meets wondering Purple

more than halfway;

Forked tongues

not yet sharpened,

not yet deadly,

not deadly enough.

Piss off the Yellow.

To Hell with the Red.

And the cold White freezes

when smooth tongues part

the Purple and the Blue.