/One flaw of mine and the worst poem yet, the only good thing was the pun at the end./

And my eyes traveled lash to lash, her lookout, by the hallway-

As my best friend suffocate her boyfriend with a kiss, yet he was gazing- at me-

first.

And his eyes traveled lash to lash, a fire escape, by the doorway-

As my body burnt his peripheral, yet such tall drink of water as he- holds-

thirst.

But am a loyal beast answering to no one- his burdened breaths breeding out questions like hopeful rats, multiplying in the dirtiest corners of lent.

But still, a no-one, since my girl loves changing clothes along with the man holding her hand, started by her father, and there would be no nth.

So I kissed her goodnight before sharing the same smoke with her mint-loving lover...

Tall drinks of water & indirect kisses cooled the lungs above the lines of a lanterned December.

And my eyes traveled lash to lash to scale the christening mountain city, the far clouds and near smokes becoming one from the balcony.

And he scaled me lash to lash to quench the questions of sexuality, the farthest answer and nearest lips becoming one eventually...

Lips to lips, lash to lash, chest to chest, my hand trespassing his waist...

And she ran down the stairs because she just landed the worst gaze.