do you remember biting my bottom lip
we consumed one another bit by bit

you asked me if I loved you just a little
rubbing my smell on your hat, I played you like a fiddle

lifting me in the air with your arms
I drank a bottle full of your charms

I look in the mirror at my aging reflection
birds sing songs about life while dressed in perfection

jazz playing in the molecules of air
life with or without love is never fair