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Marisa Kinnell Jun 2013
I cannot hear them when they climb the corners that surround me,
But I feel their fur and claws when they wrap their arms around me.
Their teeth pressed against my skin, their touch is like a lash,
I see them sometimes, barely there, gray, like truth and ash.
Marisa Kinnell Apr 2013
Your kisses always taste
Like ***** and cigarettes,
So that now alcohol
Always tastes like your mouth,
And wrapping my lips around a cigarette
Feels like your tongue sneaking past my teeth.
Marisa Kinnell Mar 2013
I suppose it started when I saw you smile down at her
And I thought to myself
That despite all I had said before, I could
Give you children just to see you smile at them
The way you smiled at that baby girl
Just to be the one to bring you that kind of Joy.
But I wasn’t sure until you said the words to me
And my stomach boiled with the need to repeat those words to you
To push them up my throat and let them spill
Over my lips, flowing like a stream.
I hope you can forgive me my lack of courage that I did not,
Instead I waited until you were asleep and I pressed the words
Into your skin like kisses, and I traced the letters
With my fingertips
Marisa Kinnell Mar 2013
I want to taste your smile.
I want to know if your mouth is sweeter
When it grins against mine.
Marisa Kinnell Mar 2013
You flirt with me shamelessly
Like your girlfriend isn't right there
Like she isn't in the same bed as us
You touch my skin and I bite your chest
And you ask for a real kiss as she stares on.
I think I love you for it.
Marisa Kinnell Mar 2013
I reach across the console and touch the delicate skin
Covering your cheekbones.
It’s smooth and soft under the stubble from your beard.
That beard that feels so good
Scratching across my sensitive neck.
You never put your hands places they shouldn't be anymore.
Why did you stop touching me?
Marisa Kinnell Feb 2013
What do you look like on the inside?
Do you bleed red like the rest of us?
I wonder if you’re even human.
You’re so beautiful it doesn't seem possible.
Sometimes (all the time) I want to cut you open.
I want to see your liver and your intestines.
I want to see if your lungs expand the same way mine do.
Perhaps if I look at your brain I will understand how you think.
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