Not so many kisses
in the afternoon—are we
too determined to make something
of the day that we forget
kissing is essential, like oxygen,
companionship, electricity?
Why do we abandon the strategy
of skin on skin, the muscular
twitch of tongue, sweet pluck
of lip on lip, on nape, the jawline,
the tender spot just below
the ear that begs pleasure–
your phosphorescence catching
in my blood and gleaming
through the circuitry of us?
