Might I Borrow a Kiss?

refined-in-flames Poems

I swear, goblins must have created you. Made so pure, honest, stable, delicate. Like a blanket you can cover what I’m Ashamed to show, and provide to me an Inner warmth otherwise unnatural. You puzzle me yet piece me together. The hem of your being gently caresses my skin beneath. I'll be your comforter and sooth you of all your worries, darling. Don’t fret, for a new beginning rises. Secrets whisper to each other, exchanging in an ear -- a tavern of safekeeping. Friendly benefits, beneficial friends I’m glad “we” exists even though you do remind me of her – wish I could hate her... She is a mold of who I had become -- Shattered -- but now I can rebuild my world, like a child playing with his new Legos. I’d give you the world if I loved you enough. This is just affection, care-free addiction. Perhaps in a different place or time. A bed would be nice, or even a couch, but for now I’ll make due with this kitchen, asking to borrow one of your kisses.