sticky sweet

she touched me from across the street the very first time i saw her.
on the outside we are complicated, on the inside its all so very, very simple.
we are stuck on people's lips like cheap lipgloss, but we let them spit their poison on their own sidewalk.
we are not niave.
we are not fighting for power.
we are not trying to win.
we are not using each other.
she smells like clean laundry.
she tastes like butterscotch.
i haven't been in her presence in 9 months, but i remember.
and i will never forget
the ways that she has touched me from so far away.