your kisses are eloquence

fluent in languages we can't seem to speak yet,
your lips speak silently, and all i want to do is listen

kiss me enough, and i'll write a book with the sentences and paragraphs we spin when we're alone

i'll name all of the chapters after words we invent
and in the dedication,
our handwritten names in scrawling ink

just promise to kiss me enough
to fill a library