tiptoe.

when I tiptoed into your lips.
I was afraid I'd fall
I was afraid my feet wouldn't be able to handle
the catacalysm of our colliding mouths
I was afraid I'd crash into you
leaving nothing but rubble.

but when I tiptoed into your lips
I didn't consider that your hands would brace the impact of our explosion
or that your lips would be as firm and insistent as my own
I always knew you were a blizzard
but I didn't know that your butterfly lips could leave me breathless,
yearning

when I tiptoed into your lips
you welcomed me with the gravity of the sun
and a warmth that felt as much
I was unprepared for the meteor shower that followed
but my bruised skin wouldn't dare complain
your fingertips set my skin on fire
and I reveled in how it burned