The lips are

Flying free tonight.
There are little black
words printed upon them that
beg your reading, that
ask for attention...
are you here?
(shaking, trembling, and
full of fear)
Touch of cool water
dripping, flowing, spilling.
Deceit melting warmly away
in a friend's smile.
I realize... I can have them all, their
melody rings true and they're always
alive!
So free me, free me with you,
glide gently down to me and
we'll leave together, letting the
colorless sky consume us,
only to reveal
a rainbow.

I wrote this for my high school creative writing class. The assignment was to model a poem after one of several that we discussed in class. This is after a poem called "The Tongue Is", the author of which I can't remember. It's really not that similar though, other than the theme.