I miss being kissed
Miss the way its unexpected
strangely exquisite mundane
to know
there are lips
    waiting
         loving
               needing
your own

Not so much for the own desire
maybe for the satisfaction
inky safe preoccupation
of proving
     your existence
          deliverance
               and desirability

and to not be alone.

Soft skin, a subtle glance,
it is this that I miss.

She needs to be kissed.