Spoiled Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I've made home on your lips,
wherever you go
I too, shall wander.
What's good for you,  is good
for me.
& When you eat I too shall taste
every morsel, for better or worse.
Time but a crumb
on the corner of your mouth.
May I fall & hold fast in case
I never fall like this again.
The breath between your lips
the sidewalk I constantly pace
and lay upon to feel warmth
Until time is no longer fresh
& rotten just, as we are spoiled