A kiss is just a kiss
they say,
but your bones shudder
against mine
as your tongue guts out
the trenches of my mouth
counting the cavities of my
sugar wrecked teeth
I want to believe them
(I think)
as I wear your shirts, long and hanging by my hungry thighs
love notes carved into my flesh
scars that stretch, like rubber
and the bitter aftertaste of
love
leaves me shaking into your
skin
the edges where I end and you
begin