His lips tasted like blood As we drew away I remembered Vanilla. Tomatoes. Heat. and blood. .. You say that you haven''t .. smiled .. in 6 months. I remembered butterflies At the corner of your lips Careening.
Hands. Fingers crossed Uncrossed. Crossed and uncrossed .. I smiled .. but the room is dark and I said Today it is mice - the squeak-squeak club that darts away when the cat comes to play.
I should ask .. that''s life if his lips tasted like blood. And you say you too? .. and I smiled .. me too.
[[PS: Would someone know how to indent/if it''s possible?]]