please just
kiss me.
kiss me once, kiss me twice
kiss me naughty,
kiss me nice.
kiss me in the morning,
and kiss me in the eve.
kiss me before work,
kiss me before you leave
kiss me in the dark,
kiss me in the light.
kiss my on my lips,
and give a gentle bite.
kiss my on my forehead,
from my head to my toes
kiss me in the places,
no one but you knows.
kiss me in the summer,
kiss me in the spring
kiss me when you kneel down,
to propose with that ring.
kiss me on our honeym
In thirty-one years of life I've had all sorts of kisses:
endearing, motherly kisses,
kisses on a feverish brow late at night,
or on a rosy cheek during playtime,
kisses filled with pure, child-like love,
that leave you wet with drool and joy.
Good-bye kisses,
kisses I'll never, ever feel again brushing against my skin,
kisses that bruise and scar with their pain,
and their sorrow.
There were kisses filled with hate,
that coiled away in spite,
that chased me like the nightmares I'm always running from,
demons that still haunt my lips.
I've had adventurous, passionate kisses
that lit up countless of nights like bolts of lightning,
that cras
I miss our kisses.
No, I do not miss you. I do not love you anymore.
I no longer hold even a shred of romantic affection for you,
though platonic fondness courses through me now and again.
But occasionally I think of how we once kissed,
wet, sloppy, tactless and with no grace,
stretching our jaws until they were sore and
cramming as much of each other into ourselves as we could.
We drowned in each others breath, pressed against one another,
as if we could get even closer if we only pushed hard enough.
Something in me burns for those kisses.
I would not kiss my new lover the way I kissed you.
It was barbaric, desperate,
but also the result
Kisses
(September 2013)
There are kisses for desire
There are kisses for trust
There are kisses for want
There are kisses for need
There are kisses for missing
There are kisses for love.
We have kisses for trust
We have kisses for sharing
We have kisses that say
“I missed you, I love you”
We have kisses that love
And not ones that hate
For the kisses of hate
Are kisses of lies
They are fake, with no love
We have love, we have truth