Kisses seal my letter of appreciation,
the timeless touch of blushing pilgrims,
passed down through the ages. Four full kisses you leant me,
after months of me trying to steal them.
I’ll try and hold onto this day
for as long as your kisses allow me to. 

I’m sorry but the kiss jumped out of me, 
trying to find a brief connection or a foothold for these feelings; 
it wasn’t an admittance but a substitution. 
My loneliness was an orbital pull and you were unlucky in your proximity. 
Don’t get me wrong, the gloss on your lips is honey, not vinegar, 
but I’m not a fly. 

Does a kiss mean nothing at all to you?
With her they were exchanges of dying embers, 
with you, like trying to ignite wet, weeping wood. 
Typical of you to provide lackluster ignition, 
and then blame the fuel. 
Atypical of you to get so hung up on what is just 
the meeting of flesh upon flesh and tongue upon cheek.

Goosebumps stood raised on my arm, 
ready to tell what you were too blind to see; 
my flesh was fuelled by the fantasies of what we could be.
Desperate indulgences feel real
when we’re only speaking with our lips. 

Can’t you just give my kisses back to me?
Fill those blank spaces in your memory,
cover my indiscretions with shared moments of a platonic nature.
I’m not ready for one action to define our relationship, my dear,
don’t throw us away on a kiss

As preformed by Domestic

– Francesniff