Your black lipstick juxtaposes my Cheshire grin.
Even my demons like it when you visit.
We lie in bed all day, and crawl out at night.
I trace your tattoos and you find constellations in my freckles.
I drink black coffee and you sip on mimosas. I used to read you my poetry.
The days pass in flashes, and it's summertime.
But the sunlight isn't quite your eyes.