Feathers and Golightly cigarettes,
borrowed trenchcoats and lights out!
Stubborn lamb noses and doctors tickling toes.
Flowers and macaroons, washing my hair alone.
Shooting star, thirty-three, talks on the dock,
back scratches and Beowulf. Catching hearts
in silken mitts, fitting lips into kisses with wine.
Neon, plastic, midnight pools, dirty dances (two of those),
young gardeners and secret glances. Peach nails
and popping love. Invisible friends, infinite ears, and
finally! finishing the tears and then,
finally! an answer!
Alexia Roumanas, Writing 
“fitting lips into kisses with wine” is an awfully beautiful line.
Thaaank you, Sean!