1. Cross Love
you see her lips always tasted of coffee,
and were stained of the tear drops straining down her face from the night before-
as her arms shook from the scars that rode them up and down.
meanwhile his lips-
they had always tasted the way cigarettes smelled,
and were stuck in a constance of seriousness-
wondering what had gone on the night before;
and why his chest had scars riding it up and down once more.