Lips are not routine.
Connection doesn’t come with a manual.
This is an analog feeling.
Allow me this kiss.
I’ve been Job,
We; tried and true,
Trialed and blue.
Light at the end signaling the beginning.
Kiss me endless green lights;
Emerald castle post yellow bricks.
Kiss me in braille;
We should feel this to see our direction.
Don’t kiss to placate me;
Kiss to motivate me,
A pep talk in foreign tongue.
Kiss me defibrillator to heart,
Your contact the spark.
Kiss like a saviors touch.
In Christ name
Remind me of how salvation taste.
Sing hallelujah on my flesh
and pray forgiveness on the Sabbath.
Kiss me sweet martyrdom.
Kiss me alarm clock ring,
Kiss me like a tattoo on my spine;
Something I can feel.
Kiss me noisy panting,
An asthma attack of passion.
Kiss me like a Georgia sweet tea
Poured with a southern drawl.
A kiss that lingers.
Kiss me like a memory you refuse to forget
Because its your only inkling;
The single chance and hope that tells you
Everyday is worth going on to the next one.
Kiss me like I’m worth it all.
A kiss that says don’t go.
A kiss good night;
Kiss me as it I’ve made it one day past the expiration date.
Like dust is on the other side;
Like my continuance depends it.
Know that it does.
Kiss me like there would be no more razors
Or threats of departing
Kiss away asphyxiation.
Kiss me alive.