markbousfield

Kiss me,
Let me anticipate it's arrival,
let me mourn it's passing,
Moreover,
let me drink you in when our lips caress for the merest second,
when we brush our kissing tools and I feel the sweet gloss of your saliva in mine.

Let me see the spaces between the shadows, where the light shines in.

Let me see that brevity is tragedy,
tragedy is beauty
and all beauty is fleeting,

So kiss me, let it fly from my memory,
when my melancholy is undone
then I will remember you.