I kiss you because

I am free with you because --


your love does know me.

She kissed
With such fervor
As though she didn't
Just wanted to be love
But to be heard, to be felt
She kissed so much
Like she wanted
To tell her life story
Of her pain, her loneliness
All through her lips
As though words weren't enough
And I listened to her
That her story was safe
That every emotion is here
Locked between our lips

Kiss me when your happy
Kiss me when your mad
Kiss me when your hurting
Kiss me when your sad

Kiss me while we drink coffee
Kiss me walking to the car
Kiss me in while we eat sushi
Or on the porch at the farm

Kiss me when your freezing
Kiss me with some sass
Kiss me when holding hands
Or in front of the window glass

Kiss me in the kitchen
Kiss me as I gaze in your eyes
Kiss me when your nervous
Or as I hold your thighs

Kiss me as we’re walking
Kiss me in the cool air
Kiss me as talk about our lives
Or when I’m unaware

Kiss me when I see you next
Kiss me to say goodbye
Kiss me for no reason at all
For Danielle - Your kisses make me feel alive!

Can you recall
The ecstasy of your first kiss
The fire that burned behind your face

now I lay here with memory of your lips and how you kept your eyes closed
How I knew I loved you then

I imagine a warrior
lying crippled on a metal laden field
beckoning for one last kiss
with his woman's visage
appearing in a tear

Just cold and lifeless without his woman's fire

If I stare at a wall
long enough,
I lose track of
what it’s for.

Penguins in the abyss
return with fish
to feed their chicks.

Kiss me
before you remember
what I do
for a living.

Wake me for love
when it buries itself
in dirt.

Love me in pieces
like I’m meant
to be shredded.

Let’s go away
to never remember
ourselves and
forget to return.

Someday, I’m going to
let go of
this guy,
brittle leaves and
pancake batter.

If you ever
meet me,
make a fellowship of knuckles
to pay for the party.

Time’s up.
Make nice
and roll over—
Death’s dancing
with you tonight,
darling.

In seeing it all shrink about
My soul speaks mountains from a needle
For all the pointless pale attempts to wash out human pupils...

My glow is sealed with humble healers,
Ones who won’t get lost or wheel this
Realness in any kind of form/mess
A million messages sung, secret.

I can’t tread sand that hides,
Pretend I understand the croaking lullaby
Believe that we work for fun and always die...

When work is wild and worthy with time
I can’t sign, or stay silent,
With stars around me pulling brightness
Awkward -

Stay gripped by the kiss
Of wide window spirits...
Woken, can’t make a liquid stiff -
Stay outcast where the open love is.