Writey boi...

Stale breath from still lips.
Dead air from stagnant lungs.
Lies from life carry through.
Stale breath from still lips.
Can't believe a word of it.


A History In Kisses (the title is the title of a poem I have never read)

One. Pure and chaste. On your lips. Just one.
Two. On your hand to let you know.
Three. On your cheek to say hello.
Four. On your neck, warm and close.
Five. On your mouth. To taste you.

A history in kisses and how I feel.

Five. On your mouth. To taste you.
Four. On your neck, warm and close.
Three. On your cheek to say hello.
Two. On your hand to let you know.
One. Pure and chaste
                                   On your lips
                                                  Just one.