Photo by Priscilla Liu / North by Northwestern
I saw you standing there
With your lips stained berry blue
And the remnants of an icee
On your once white shirt.
Like your shirt I have been covered
In berry blue marks
And grape purple; avocado green
I have worn the visible spectrum
In edible hues
In order to sate another's
Endless hunger.
Like your shirt the blue fades
And you washed the colours from my skin with a kiss
But an icee doesn't fill,
And as now those blue stained lips draw near once more
I cannot be sure that you too will not grow hungry