Day 12

loose lips,

losing words

about giving away kisses like it’s my job.

and maybe it is my job

to share some sugar with you tonight.

I wonder if we’ve shared enough kisses to

fill a swimming pool.

I wonder if I’ve kissed enough kisses

to cover the world.

Yet,

this doesn’t feel like enough.

I want to kiss you and everyone senseless.

I want to make my lips hurt,

to chap your skin from the nibbles,

an incessant combining of

hard and soft.

I have heard it said that men are like buses,

there will always be another one coming by soon.

I feel that way about kisses,

there will always be more coming along soon.

I do not feel ashamed of all the kisses I’ve given

because they are little pieces of love

that have scattered the cheeks and other

places of my affections.

These pecks do not divide my heart,

naively giving up small specks of my nature

they multiply the care I’ve felt.

I suppose that what I’m trying to say

is that I intend to kiss a hell of a lot more people before I’m done,

I want to lap all the borders and coastal lines,

measuring my affection in thin,

outstretched lengths;

latitude and longitude.