Kisses are like

fear and confusion and lust

curiosity

expressed in an awkward

rumble tumble through lip locks

 

Kisses are not

bullets of love shattering your 

windows and doors and heaving

bosoms mingled with sighs of longing

No

 

Kisses are dry as deserts during a flash flood

uninvited

pushing your conscience away

pulling your bodies closer

as you ignore the ghosts that watch you

and shake their heads

disappointed by your flawed logic

and impulsive hand holding

 

Kissing feels

shameful, boring, new, exciting

like a movie spoiled or

a surprise expected, why

did you grab my head and

kiss my lips

like we were the last people on earth?

Why did I let you?

 

Confusion is a kisses’ best friend

they walk side by side

I hope you never wanted this.