Spoiled

I’ve made home on your lips.
Wherever you go, I too shall wander.
What’s good for you is good for me.
And when you eat, I too shall taste
Every morsel, for better or worse.
Time, but a crumb
On the corner of your mouth.
May I fall and hold fast in case
I never fall like this again.
The breath between your lips,
The sidewalk I constantly pace,
And lay upon to feel warmth.
Until time is no longer fresh,
And rotten just, as we are spoiled.