kisses
the sloppy kind that drips
taste of wine
on every sip

I like those messy
beds
the kind you romp in
and flop
underneath the spread

I like those messy
desks
the kind aligned
with pictures of your kids
their works of art
and bags of chips

I like those messy
homes
that looked lived in
scattered shoes by the door
pillows from the couch
on the floor
chewed up dog toys
books thrown on the coffee table
with a cup from last night's dinner

I like those messy
clothes
the kind that are wrinkled
that you don't tuck in
or can't bend over or sit
without showing skin
without buttons or belts
the kind you can eat in
without undoing the zipper

I like those messy
Lives
that aren’t *******
neat and square
like a package in the mail