For the boy that showed me that I could feel. - Tumelo Sekopamotse
Kiss me. Not as though you won't see me again. But to retain as much of my lips to allow you to carry on till the next time our hearts meet. Till then I will touch my lips each time I need to remember you. Not because I would have forgotten you, my lover, but because I want to think I am the only one you share this disease with. In remembering that kiss, I feel you searching for something that I cannot give you my lover. Each time I endlessly tear myself, wanting to proudly hand you this longing that you try to inhale from me. So kiss me again my lover, for each time you do so, I am closer to finding what it is.
