I like kissing
Because I can close my eyes
And pretend those lips are anyones.
I can loose myself
And capture someone
At the same time.
It's the easiest way
To show off
Just how full of steel
My smiles are,
And how something as little as
Lips brushing
Could remind you of home
or the latin root of
Nostalgia.
I can give someone a hint
Of my hurt
Through a tiny nibble;
Or make us both crave something more
And less simultaneously.