The lips

Opening and closing, sound escapes. Visually a plum or cherry parting to expose it's core. If only quiet to fully enjoy the lushness. A shape emerges, a heart, the tip touched by an angel's fingertips at birth.. ..it changes, softness no longer shared, tense, firm, straight line, colour drains as if all the juice has been squeezed from it. The sound harsh, hurtful, frightening, hard to look, eyes evert, wanting a mute button, wishing to wash away the hardness as you would sticky candy from a child's face. Loosening, relaxing, unable to define, what emotion is this now...curious.