he has kissed my forehead
at least a hundred times before
still, each and every one of them feel brand new
lips collide
like water meets land
“you have soft lips”
and now with this urge to kiss him again
and again
and once more
until they pulse red
he hasn’t travelled far
but his hands roam and venture
every curve
with care and wonder
I drown in the deep of his blue eyes
everyday
and I don’t mind