"Kiss me beneath the milky twilight..."
I want you to hang
by your knees
from the monkey bars
in the park
down my street
and
kiss me
like I'm Mary Jane
and you're Peter Parker
hanging from a strand of spider webI want your lips to meet mine
after you tell me
it's been nearly a decade
since you've told a partner
that you love them
and that I'm the reason
that love hiatus has endedWhen it's snowing,
I want you to press your lips
against my cold skin
and spark a flame in my heart
so we'll stay warm,
even as snowflakes
settle on our eyelashes
I want you to tell me how beautiful I look
I have chapped lips and red cheeks,
nevertheless I am beautiful to you
and you never want to stop kissing me
until we have to run back inside
and let the ice melt off of our bodies,
the burning desire in us
as a distraction from
any unpleasantness
I want us to share a kiss
worth writing songs about
something you could compare
to "a constellation falling into place"
or a painless shock of electricity,
the kind of kiss that makes you
blissfully aware of where you are
while somehow forgetful of what
century you exist in
something I can come back to
on a bad day to remember
that a life in which I get to share
that kiss with you
is more than worthwhile
But I don't want that kiss
if all I'm going to remember from this
is that you broke my heart
so make sure you give me love
worth remembering
until the end of my life
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoesieI write poetry to try to cope with my emotions and find a path forward. Here are some poems I wrote when I needed to figure things out.