the spanish have the simple gesture of greeting everyone,
stranger or friend,
with a kiss on each cheek,
and i suppose on the days im feeling unloved
i would like to lie in a park
and be kissed by as many men as my head could handle
but i know that even a thousand of them will never compare to your kisses,
planted like moons on the surface of my cheeks
i miss you
and i dont
i hate you
and i dont
i need you
but i dont
you're the epitomy of perfection
and you fill my stomach like peach season
i crave the feeling of content
that i know comes only
from your tongue
and i think that if you were the moon
and i was the earth
no matter how many thousands of miles seperated us
we would still find a way
to be together.