LIPPY

The lips stalled at the corner of the road.
A slight downturn, a reddened smear,
congealed.
An irritant fly on a candy striped day.

Chatting through even teeth
on a Monday
buoyant as we drove through chalky streets
towards a flattened coast.
A mouth that ran away
with her
click clacking its way
through painterly skies.

That mouth with its pelican cry
gulped my horizons
and its loose tongue
lassoed my defenceless soul.