Do you ever stop to
think about our kisses?
Are they merely just an
exchange of saliva to you?
When we kiss, everything
inside of me travels inside you.

Your mouth is a
profound curtain,
though i don't know
if it's witnessing
love at its truest
or a cruel lie disguised
as intimate affection,
but nevertheless,
my mouth lingers on yours
like a leech
as if saliva is now blood,
and as if you are now
my bloodstream.