Monday, January 9

when I think of kissing you
(loops and daisies tumbling)
puckered lips are latches
(ribbon, sparks and candy)
that open mouths like doors.

holding our breath’s writing a contract
(sissy whimpers all pussed out)
and we can see through curtained windows
(blastoff moonbeams in between)
how our tongues are shaking hands..